Luyện nghe bài hát Swordfishtrombones

Well, he came home the war
With a in his head
And Brougham DeVille
And a pair of legs that opened up like wings
And a mad dog that sit still
He went and took up with a Army band girl
Who dirty water on a swordfishtrombone
He went to sleep at the of Tenkiller lake
And he said "gee, but great to be home"
Well, he came home from the war with a in his head
And an for a fireworks display
And he knew that be ready with a stainless steel machete
And a a pint of Ballentine's each day
And he holed up in room above a hardware
nothing there but Hollywood tears
He put a on some poor little Crutchfield girl
And stayed that for twenty-seven years
He up all his expectations, he lit out for California
With a flyswatter banjo on his
With a tiger in his angel hair and Benzedrine for getting there
They found him in a eucalyptus
Lieutenant got him a bird and skanked her head with every word
moonbeams in a song
He got twenty years for lovin' her from Oklahoma governor
Said "everything this Doughboy is wrong"
Now say he's doing the obituary mambo
Now some say that he's on the wall
Perhaps this yarn's the only that holds this man together
Some say he was here at all
And some say they saw him in Birmingham
Sleeping in a boxcar by
And if you that you can tell a bigger tale
I swear to God you'd to tell a lie