Luyện nghe bài hát Big Rock Candy 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

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 a song
Of the of milk and honey
Where a bum can
For a day
And he need any money

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 cops have wooden
The bulldogs all have rubber
And the lay soft-boiled 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 Big Rock Candy Mountain

a lake 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 train
And there ain't no
And the are tender-hearted
Where you never change socks
And you never throw
And your hair is never

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

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 very day
hiked away,
The mileposts were counting
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 sings in that Big Rock Candy

1. One evening as the sun went
And the jungle were burning,
Down the track came a hiking,
He said, "Boys, I'm not
I'm heading for a land that's far
the crystal fountain
I'll see you all coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy

In the Big Rock Mountain,
It's a land that's and bright,
The handouts grow on
And you out every night.
The all are empty
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 Candy Mountain.

3. In the Big Candy Mountain
You change your socks
And little of alkyhol
Come down the rocks
O the all have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are
There's a of stew
And ale too
And you can
All it in a big canoe
In the Big Candy Mountain

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

In the Big Rock Mountain
The cops have legs
The bulldogs all have rubber
And the hens lay soft-boiled
The all are empty
And the sun shines day
I'm to go
Where there ain't no
the sleet don't fall
And the don't blow
In the Big Candy Mountain.

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

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 bound to
you sleep all day,
Where they the jerk
invented work
In the Big Rock Mountain.