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 butterfly
And a mad dog wouldn't sit still
He and took up with a Salvation Army band girl
Who dirty water on a swordfishtrombone
He to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller lake
And he "gee, but it's 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 with a stainless steel machete
And a a pint of Ballentine's each day
And he holed up in room a hardware store
Cryin' there but Hollywood tears
He put a spell on some poor little Crutchfield
And stayed like for twenty-seven years
He packed up all his expectations, he lit out for
With a flyswatter banjo on his
With a lucky tiger in his angel hair and Benzedrine for there
found him in a eucalyptus tree
Lieutenant got him a canary bird and skanked her head with word
Chesterfielded in a song
He got years for lovin' her from some Oklahoma governor
Said "everything Doughboy does is wrong"
Now some say he's the obituary mambo
Now say that he's hanging on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only that holds this man together
Some say he was never at all
And some say they saw him in Birmingham
Sleeping in a boxcar by
And if you think you can tell a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd to tell a lie