Luyện nghe bài hát Autumn Almanac

From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a caterpillar
When the dawn begins to crack, it's all part of my almanac
Breeze leaves of a musty-colored yellow
So I sweep them in my sack, yes, yes, yes, it's my almanac

evenings, people get together
Hiding from the weather, tea and
Buttered currant buns, compensate
For of sun because the summer's all gone

La la la la, oh my poor back
Yes, yes, yes, it's my almanac
La la la la, oh my almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn

I my football on a Saturday
Roast beef on Sundays, all
I go to Blackpool for my
Sit in the open

This is my street and I'm never to leave it
And I'm always gonna to stay if I live to be ninety-nine
'Cause all the people I meet, to come from my street
And I can't get because it's calling me, come on home
Hear it calling me, come on

La la la la, oh my almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my almanac
La la la la, oh my autumn
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Bop bop bop bop bop,
Bop bop bop bop bop,