Luyện nghe bài hát 49th Parallel

Chorus: think I'll have lines on my
When I get out of place
So I guess I'll be ever so
It wouldn't help to
I'm advised to comply
By the rules or be so tearful

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

Chorus: think I'll have on my face
When I get out of this
So I guess I'll be ever so
It wouldn't help to
I'm well advised to
By the rules or be ever so

We played a game of and heroes
We lay the rules on the
But then we spoke of and quiros
It ended up in a
But all the time they were bound and
I wouldn't let go . go, go !
I only want to use them for
And drift to a land of my own

They begging over and over;
"if we can we feed ? "
to throw them piece of clover
And said;"now count the !"
I realised it was only a
And to look for the war (haw ! haw !)
My brains began then to
And drift away to a land of own