Luyện nghe bài hát Sealion

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

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

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

You wear a shiny skin and a hat
The almighty trainer, let's 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 mistress starts and stops
But you know, after all, the act is wearing
As the crowd grow uneasy and the boos

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

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

The performance in the same old way
It's the old story to this passion play
So well shoot the and hope to call the tune
And no pin cushion of this big balloon

how we balance the world on the tips of our noses
Like sea lions a ball at the carnival