Luyện nghe bài hát Big Rock Candy Mountain

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

On a day
In the of May
A burly bum came
Down a lane
Through the sugar
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 in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain where the springs
And the bluebird sings in that Big Rock Mountain

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

a lake of gin
We can both in
And the grow on bushes
In the hay
We can all day
And the all have free lunches
the mail train stops
And there no cops
And the are tender-hearted
Where you never change your
And you never rocks
And your is never parted

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

Oh, a and his son,
were 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 next day
They away,
The mileposts were counting
But never arrived
At the tide
On the big rock mountain

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

1. One evening as the sun down
And the jungle were burning,
Down the came a hobo hiking,
He said, "Boys, I'm not
I'm heading for a land that's far
the crystal fountain
I'll see you all this coming
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 shines day
I'm to go
there ain't no snow
Where the don't fall
And the winds don't
In the Big Rock Mountain.

3. In the Big Rock Candy
You never your socks
And little streams of
Come trickling down the
O the shacks all have to tip their
And the bulls are blind
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 in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain where the springs
And the bluebird in that Big Rock Candy Mountain

In the Big Candy Mountain
The cops have wooden
The bulldogs all have teeth
And the lay soft-boiled eggs
The box-cars all are
And the sun shines day
I'm to go
there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't
And the don't blow
In the Big Rock Mountain.

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

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