Luyện nghe bài hát Big Rock Candy Mountain

Oh the buzzin' of the in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain the lemonade springs
And the bluebird sings in that Big Rock Candy

On a day
In the of May
A burly bum ahiking
Down a shady
the sugar cane
He was looking for his
As he along
He a song
Of the land of and honey
a bum can stay
For a day
And he won't need any

Oh the of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain where the lemonade
And the bluebird sings in that Big Rock Mountain

In the Big Rock Mountain
The cops have legs
The all have rubber teeth
And the lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of
The are full of hay
I want to go there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall and the wind blow
In that Big Rock Mountain

There's a of gin
We can both in
And the handouts on bushes
In the hay
We can all day
And the bars all have free
the mail train stops
And ain't no cops
And the are tender-hearted
Where you never change socks
And you never throw
And hair is never parted

Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette
The soda fountain where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird sings in Big Rock Candy Mountain

Oh, a and his son,
They on the run
To the hay field they were
the bum to the son,
"Why don't you
To that big candy mountain?"
So the very day
hiked away,
The mileposts were counting
But they never
At the tide
On the big candy mountain

Oh the buzzin' of the in the cigarette trees
The soda water where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird sings in that Big Rock Mountain

1. One evening as the sun went
And the fires were burning,
Down the came a hobo hiking,
He said, "Boys, I'm not
I'm heading for a that's far away
Beside the fountain
I'll see you all this fall
In the Big Rock Candy

In the Big Candy Mountain,
It's a that's fair and bright,
The grow on bushes
And you out every night.
The all are empty
And the sun every day
I'm to go
Where ain't no snow
Where the don't fall
And the winds blow
In the Big Candy Mountain.

3. In the Big Rock Mountain
You never your socks
And streams of alkyhol
Come trickling down the
O the shacks all have to tip hats
And the railway bulls are
There's a of stew
And ale too
And you can
All around it in a big
In the Big Rock Mountain

Oh the buzzin' of the in the cigarette trees
The water fountain where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird sings in Big Rock Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Candy
The cops have wooden
The bulldogs all have teeth
And the hens lay eggs
The box-cars all are
And the sun every day
I'm to go
Where ain't no snow
the sleet don't fall
And the winds don't
In the Big Candy Mountain.

Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the trees
The soda fountain where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird in that Big Rock Candy Mountain

In the Big Candy Mountain,
The jails are of tin.
You can right out again,
As soon as put you in.
There ain't no shovels,
No axes, nor picks,
I'm bound to
you sleep all day,
Where hung the jerk
invented work
In the Big Rock Mountain.