Luyện nghe bài hát Sealion

Over the mountains and the sky
Riding gray horses, go you and I
Mating with chance, with mirth
The sad glad paymasters, for it's worth?

The ice cream are refrigerated
The are on parade
There's a golden handshake hanging 'round neck
As you light cigarette on the burning deck

And you balance your world on the tip of nose
Like a sea lion with a at the carnival

You wear a skin and a funny hat
The almighty animal trainer, it go at that
You bark ever so slightly at the gun
With you melting in the noon-day sun

You and you flop under the big white top
Where the long-legged ring starts and stops
But you know, all, the act is wearing thin
As the crowd grow and the boos begin

But you balance your world on the tip of nose
You're a sea lion a ball at the carnival

Just a trace of upon our fixed grins
For there is no business the show where in
There is no reason, no rhyme, no
To leave the circus 'til we've good night

The same performance in the old way
the same old story to this passion play
So well shoot the moon and to call the tune
And make no pin cushion of this big

Look how we the world on the tips of our noses
sea lions with a ball at the carnival