Luyện nghe bài hát Big Rock Candy Mountain

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

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

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

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

a lake of gin
We can jump in
And the handouts on bushes
In the hay
We can all day
And the bars all free lunches
Where the train stops
And there no cops
And the folks are
Where you change your socks
And you never throw
And your hair is never

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

Oh, a and his son,
were on the run
To the hay they were bounding
the bum to the son,
"Why you come
To big rock 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 bees in the cigarette
The soda water fountain where the springs
And the bluebird sings in that Big Candy Mountain

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

In the Big Rock Mountain,
a land that's fair and bright,
The handouts grow on
And you sleep out night.
The all are empty
And the sun shines day
I'm to go
Where ain't no snow
Where the don't fall
And the don't blow
In the Big Rock Mountain.

3. In the Big Candy Mountain
You change your socks
And little streams of
trickling down the rocks
O the shacks all to tip their 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 bees in the trees
The soda water where the lemonade springs
And the sings 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 sleet don't
And the winds don't
In the Big Candy Mountain.

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

In the Big Candy Mountain,
The jails are of tin.
You can right out again,
As as they put you in.
There no short-handled shovels,
No axes, nor picks,
I'm to stay
Where you all day,
Where hung the jerk
That work
In the Big Rock Mountain.