Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfishtrombones

Well, he home from the war
With a party in his
And Brougham DeVille
And a pair of legs that up like butterfly wings
And a mad dog that wouldn't sit
He went and took up with a Salvation Army girl
Who played dirty on a swordfishtrombone
He went to sleep at the bottom of Tenkiller
And he said "gee, but it's to be home"
Well, he came home from the war a party in his head
And an for a fireworks display
And he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless steel
And a half a pint of Ballentine's day
And he holed up in room a hardware store
Cryin' nothing there but Hollywood
He put a spell on some poor little girl
And stayed like that for twenty-seven
He packed up all his expectations, he lit out for
With a banjo on his knee
With a lucky tiger in his angel hair and Benzedrine for there
They found him in a tree
Lieutenant got him a canary bird and 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 mambo
Now some say he's hanging on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only thing holds this man together
Some say he was here at all
And some say saw him down in Birmingham
Sleeping in a going by
And if you think that you can a bigger tale
I to God you'd have to tell a lie