Luyện nghe bài hát Big Rock Candy Mountain

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

On a day
In the of May
A bum came ahiking
Down a shady
Through the cane
He was looking for his
As he strolled
He sang a
Of the land of and honey
a bum can stay
For a day
And he won't any money

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

In the Big Rock Mountain
The have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled
The farmers' are full of fruit
The are full of hay
I want to go there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't and the wind don't blow
In that Big Rock Candy

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 lunches
Where the mail stops
And there no cops
And the folks are
Where you change your socks
And you never rocks
And your hair is parted

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

Oh, a and his son,
were on the run
To the hay field were bounding
the bum to the son,
"Why you come
To big rock candy mountain?"
So the next day
hiked away,
The mileposts were counting
But they arrived
At the lemonade
On the big rock candy

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

1. One as the sun went down
And the jungle fires burning,
the track came a hobo hiking,
He said, "Boys, I'm not
I'm heading for a that's far away
the crystal fountain
I'll see you all this coming
In the Big Rock Mountain

In the Big Candy Mountain,
It's a land fair and bright,
The grow on bushes
And you out every night.
The boxcars all are
And the sun shines day
I'm to go
Where there ain't no
Where the sleet fall
And the winds don't
In the Big Rock Mountain.

3. In the Big Candy Mountain
You change your socks
And little of alkyhol
trickling down the rocks
O the shacks all to tip their hats
And the railway are blind
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 bees in the cigarette
The water fountain where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird in that Big Rock Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Mountain
The cops have legs
The all have rubber teeth
And the lay soft-boiled eggs
The box-cars all are
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.

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

In the Big Candy Mountain,
The are made of tin.
You can slip out again,
As soon as put you in.
ain't no short-handled shovels,
No axes, nor picks,
I'm to stay
Where you all day,
Where hung the jerk
invented work
In the Big Rock Mountain.