Luyện nghe bài hát Sealion

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

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

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

You wear a skin and a funny hat
The almighty animal trainer, it go at that
You bark ever so slightly at the gun
you whiskers melting in the noon-day sun

You flip and you flop under the big top
the long-legged ring mistress starts and stops
But you know, after all, the act is wearing
As the crowd uneasy and the boos begin

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

Just a trace of upon our fixed grins
For there is no business like the where in
There is no reason, no rhyme, no
To leave the circus 'til said good night

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

Look how we balance the world on the tips of our
sea lions with a ball at the carnival