Luyện nghe bài hát Big Rock Candy Mountain

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

On a day
In the of May
A burly bum ahiking
Down a lane
the sugar cane
He was looking for his
As he strolled
He sang a
Of the of milk and honey
a bum can stay
For a day
And he need any money

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

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

a lake of gin
We can jump in
And the handouts grow on
In the hay
We can all day
And the bars all free lunches
Where the mail stops
And there ain't no
And the are tender-hearted
Where you never change your
And you throw rocks
And your hair is never

Oh the of the bees in the cigarette trees
The water fountain where the lemonade springs
And the sings in that Big Rock Candy 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 that big rock mountain?"
So the next day
They away,
The mileposts were counting
But never arrived
At the lemonade
On the big rock candy

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

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

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

3. In the Big Rock Mountain
You never your socks
And little streams of
Come trickling the rocks
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 Candy Mountain

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

In the Big Candy Mountain
The have wooden legs
The bulldogs all rubber teeth
And the hens lay eggs
The all are empty
And the sun every day
I'm to go
Where there ain't no
Where the don't fall
And the don't blow
In the Big Candy Mountain.

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

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