Luyện nghe bài hát 49th Parallel

Chorus: think I'll have lines on my
When I get out of this
So I guess I'll be so carefull
It help to deny
I'm well advised to
By the rules or be so tearful

I caught a vulture, he came up me
I put a on his claws
I caught another - been to find me
I slit a vein in his
Tied the two of them up with (only fed them a bone)
and put my hands in my pockets
To away to a land of my own

think I'll have lines on my face
When I get out of this
So I guess I'll be ever so
It wouldn't to deny
I'm advised to comply
By the or be ever so tearful

We played a of cowards and heroes
We lay the rules on the
But then we spoke of and quiros
It up in a draw
But all the time were bound and belittled
I let them go . go, go !
I want to use them for skittles
And drift to a land of my own

They were over and over;
"if we can we feed ? "
Began to throw them piece of
And said;"now the leaves !"
I realised it was only a
And to look for the war (haw ! haw !)
My brains then to rattle
And away to a land of their own