Luyện nghe bài hát Big Rock Candy Mountain

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

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

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

In the Big Rock Mountain
The have wooden legs
The bulldogs all rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled
The farmers' trees are full of
The barns are of hay
I want to go where there ain't no
Where the sleet don't fall and the wind don't
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 have lunches
Where the mail stops
And ain't no cops
And the folks are
Where you never change your
And you never rocks
And hair is never parted

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

Oh, a and his son,
They on the run
To the hay field they 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 tide
On the big candy mountain

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

1. One evening as the sun down
And the jungle were burning,
the track came a hobo hiking,
He said, "Boys, I'm not
I'm heading for a that's far away
Beside the crystal
I'll see you all coming fall
In the Big Candy Mountain

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

3. In the Big Candy Mountain
You never your socks
And little of alkyhol
Come down the rocks
O the shacks all have to tip their
And the railway bulls are
There's a of stew
And ale too
And you can
All it in a big canoe
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 that Big Rock Mountain

In the Big Candy Mountain
The cops wooden legs
The bulldogs all rubber teeth
And the hens lay eggs
The box-cars all are
And the sun shines day
I'm to go
Where there ain't no
Where the don't fall
And the winds blow
In the Big Rock Mountain.

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

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