Luyện nghe bài hát Big Rock Candy Mountain

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

On a day
In the of May
A bum came ahiking
Down a lane
Through the cane
He was looking for his
As he along
He a song
Of the land of and honey
Where a bum can
For a day
And he need any money

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

Oh the buzzin' of the 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 they bounding
the bum to the son,
"Why don't you
To that big candy mountain?"
So the next day
hiked away,
The mileposts they counting
But never arrived
At the lemonade
On the big rock candy

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the Big Candy Mountain,
The are made of tin.
You can right 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 Candy Mountain.