Luyện nghe bài hát Bi-yo Rhythm

The moss hangs like witches from the big oak tree
And from the swamp there comes riding on the breeze
The sound -- the sound -- rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm

The rooster is a fighter
Wears those surgeon blades on his
Hot blood, cold
for an early grave
He moves -- he with the sound
And he'll fight they lay him in the ground
rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm

The gator low in the water
But his see everything
He the cities moving closer
his home into a four lane
He -- he moves with the sound
He waits it all comes down
Bi-Yo rhythm -- rhythm