Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfishtrombones

Well, he came from the war
a party in his head
And modified Brougham
And a pair of legs that opened up like wings
And a mad dog that wouldn't sit
He went and took up with a Salvation Army girl
Who played water on a swordfishtrombone
He went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller
And he said "gee, but great to be home"
Well, he home from the war with a party in his head
And an idea for a fireworks
And he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless machete
And a half a pint of each day
And he holed up in room above a store
Cryin' nothing there but tears
He put a spell on some poor little Crutchfield
And like that for twenty-seven years
He up all his expectations, he lit out for California
With a flyswatter banjo on his
With a tiger in his angel hair and Benzedrine for getting there
They found him in a tree
Lieutenant got him a bird and skanked her head with every word
Chesterfielded moonbeams in a
He got twenty years for lovin' her from some governor
Said "everything this Doughboy is wrong"
Now some say he's doing the obituary
Now some say that he's hanging on the
this yarn's the only thing that holds this man together
Some say he was here at all
And some say they saw him down in
in a boxcar going by
And if you think that you can tell a tale
I swear to God you'd have to a lie