Luyện nghe bài hát Autumn Almanac

From the hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar
When the dawn begins to crack, all part of my autumn almanac
Breeze blows leaves of a yellow
So I sweep them in my sack, yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn

Friday evenings, get together
Hiding the weather, tea and toasted
Buttered buns, can't compensate
For lack of sun because the all gone

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

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

This is my street and I'm gonna to leave it
And I'm always gonna to stay here if I to be ninety-nine
'Cause all the people I meet, seem to come from my
And I can't get away because calling me, come on home
it calling me, come on home

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

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