Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfishtrombones

Well, he came from the war
With a in his head
And modified DeVille
And a pair of legs that up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog that sit still
He went and took up a Salvation Army band girl
Who played water on a swordfishtrombone
He went to at the bottom of Tenkiller lake
And he said "gee, but it's to be home"
Well, he came home the war with a party in his head
And an for a fireworks display
And he knew he'd be ready with a stainless steel machete
And a half a pint of each day
And he up in room above a hardware store
Cryin' nothing but Hollywood tears
He put a spell on some poor little Crutchfield
And stayed like that for years
He packed up all his expectations, he lit out for
a flyswatter banjo on his knee
With a lucky tiger in his angel and Benzedrine for getting there
found him in a eucalyptus 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 doing the obituary mambo
Now say that he's hanging on the wall
Perhaps yarn's the only thing that holds this man together
Some say he was never at all
And some say they saw him down in
in a boxcar going by
And if you that you can tell a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd to tell a lie