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 autumn
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-colored
So I them in my sack, yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac

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

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

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

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

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,