Luyện nghe bài hát Big Rock Candy Mountain

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

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

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

In the Big Rock Candy
The cops have legs
The all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay eggs
The farmers' trees are of fruit
The barns are of hay
I want to go there ain't no snow
Where the sleet fall and the wind don't blow
In that Big Candy Mountain

There's a of gin
We can jump 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 never your socks
And you never throw
And your hair is never

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

Oh, a and his son,
They on the run
To the hay field they were
the bum to the son,
"Why you come
To that big candy mountain?"
So the very day
They away,
The mileposts they were
But never arrived
At the tide
On the big rock mountain

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

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

In the Big Candy Mountain,
It's a that's fair and bright,
The grow on bushes
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 sleet don't
And the winds blow
In the Big Candy Mountain.

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

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 Rock Mountain
The cops have wooden
The bulldogs all have teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled
The all are empty
And the sun every day
I'm to go
Where there ain't no
Where the sleet fall
And the winds don't
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 Candy Mountain,
The jails are of tin.
You can right out again,
As as they put you in.
There no short-handled shovels,
No axes, nor picks,
I'm to stay
Where you all day,
they hung the jerk
That work
In the Big Candy Mountain.