Luyện nghe bài hát Big Rock Candy Mountain

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

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

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

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

There's a 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 train stops
And ain't no cops
And the are tender-hearted
Where you change your socks
And you throw rocks
And your hair is parted

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

Oh, a and his son,
were on the run
To the hay field were bounding
the bum to the son,
"Why you come
To that big candy mountain?"
So the very day
hiked away,
The mileposts they were
But they arrived
At the lemonade
On the big rock candy

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

1. One evening as the sun down
And the jungle fires 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 coming fall
In the Big Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Mountain,
a land 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 ain't no
Where the don't fall
And the don't blow
In the Big Rock Mountain.

3. In the Big Rock Mountain
You never your socks
And streams of alkyhol
Come down the rocks
O the all have 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 buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette
The soda water fountain where the springs
And the bluebird sings in that Big Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Mountain
The cops have wooden
The all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled
The box-cars all are
And the sun every day
I'm to go
Where ain't no snow
Where the sleet fall
And the winds don't
In the Big Candy Mountain.

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

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