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 sings in that Big Rock Candy Mountain

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

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

In the Big Candy Mountain
The cops have 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 don't fall and the don't blow
In that Big Rock Mountain

a lake of gin
We can both in
And the handouts on bushes
In the hay
We can all day
And the bars all free lunches
Where the mail stops
And there ain't no
And the folks are
Where you change your socks
And you throw rocks
And hair is never parted

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

Oh, a and his son,
They on the run
To the hay field they bounding
the bum to the son,
"Why don't you
To that big rock mountain?"
So the very day
hiked away,
The mileposts they were
But never arrived
At the lemonade
On 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 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 that's far
Beside the crystal
I'll see you all this fall
In the Big Rock Candy

In the Big Rock Mountain,
It's a that's fair and bright,
The handouts grow on
And you sleep out 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 winds don't
In the Big Candy Mountain.

3. In the Big Candy Mountain
You change your socks
And streams of alkyhol
trickling down the rocks
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 Candy Mountain

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

In the Big Rock Candy
The have wooden legs
The bulldogs all rubber teeth
And the lay soft-boiled 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 Candy 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 Candy

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 they hung the
invented work
In the Big Rock Mountain.