Luyện nghe bài hát Sealion

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

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

And you balance your 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 animal trainer, let's it go at
You bark ever so slightly at the gun
With you melting in the noon-day sun

You flip and you under the big white top
Where the long-legged ring mistress starts and
But you know, all, the act is wearing thin
As the crowd grow uneasy and the boos

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

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

The same in the same old way
the same old story to this passion play
So well shoot the moon and to call the tune
And make no pin cushion of this big

Look how we the world on the tips of our noses
Like sea with a ball at the carnival