Luyện nghe bài hát Big Rock Candy Mountain

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

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

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

In the Big Rock Candy
The cops wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber
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 wind don't
In Big Rock Candy Mountain

a lake of gin
We can jump in
And the grow on bushes
In the hay
We can all day
And the bars all have lunches
the mail train stops
And ain't no cops
And the folks are
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 fountain 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 were bounding
the bum to the son,
"Why don't you
To that big candy mountain?"
So the next day
They away,
The mileposts were counting
But never arrived
At the lemonade
On the big candy mountain

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

1. One evening as the sun down
And the fires were burning,
Down the track a hobo hiking,
He said, "Boys, I'm not
I'm heading for a land far away
Beside the crystal
I'll see you all coming fall
In the Big Rock Mountain

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

3. In the Big Candy Mountain
You never change your
And little streams of
Come trickling 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 water fountain where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird in that Big Rock Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Mountain
The have wooden legs
The all have rubber teeth
And the lay soft-boiled eggs
The box-cars all are
And the sun every day
I'm to go
there ain't no snow
Where the sleet fall
And the don't blow
In the Big Rock 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 Mountain

In the Big Rock Mountain,
The are made of tin.
You can right out again,
As soon as put you in.
There ain't no shovels,
No axes, nor picks,
I'm to stay
Where you all day,
Where they hung the
That work
In the Big Rock Mountain.