Luyện nghe bài hát Mack The Knife

Oh, the has pretty teeth dear
And he 'em, pearly white
Just a knife has Macheath dear
And he keeps it way out of

When that bites with his teeth, dear
Scarlet begin to spread
Fancy gloves though has Macheath
So there's never, a trace of red

On the sidewalk, one morning
Lies a body, life
sneaking 'round the corner
Could that someone be the Knife

From a tugboat, on the river going
A cement bag is dropping on
You know cement is for the weight dear
You can make a large bet Mackie's back in

My man Louis Miller, he split the scene
After drawing out all the from his stash
Now Macheath spends a sailor
Do you suppose our boy, he's done rash

Old Satchmo, Armstrong, Bobby Darrin
Did this song nice, Ella too
They all it, with so much feeling
That Old Blue Eyes, he gonna add nothing new

But his big band, jumping behind me
Swinging hard, Jack, I now I can't
When I tell you, all about Mack the Knife
It's an offer, you can never

We got Patrick Williams, Miller playing that piano
And this great big band, up the rear
All the band cats, in band now
They make the greatest sounds, you're never gonna

Oh Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Brown

Hey the forms, on the right dear
Now Macheath's back in town
You'd better lock your doors, and the law
Because Macheath's back in
Oh, the shark,
Yes, the shark,
It has big
deep.

Then Macheath
his big knife,
But it's
In his slip.

And this shark,
poor sweet shark,
It sheds red
it bleeds.

Mackie Big
a white glove,
Pure in and
in deed.

Sunday
blue sky,
There's a corpse
On the Strand.

Who's the man
The
Well, Mackie,
in hand.

Jenny
wee Jenny,
There they her
in breast.

Mackie's
On the West
only
For the best.

Mind that burnt
All Soho.
kids dead
One old flower.

Hey Mackie,
How is she
another
Hold hour.

And those babes
sixteen
Story that
Black and

For the of
One good
Mackie,
How could

For the of
One good
Mackie,
How you?