Luyện nghe bài hát Big Rock Candy Mountain

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

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

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

In the Big Candy Mountain
The have wooden legs
The bulldogs all rubber teeth
And the lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are of fruit
The barns are of hay
I to go where there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't fall and the don't blow
In Big Rock Candy Mountain

a lake of gin
We can both in
And the grow on bushes
In the hay
We can all day
And the bars all free lunches
Where the mail train
And there no cops
And the folks are
Where you never your socks
And you never rocks
And your hair is never

Oh the buzzin' of the in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain where the springs
And the sings 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 you come
To that big candy mountain?"
So the very day
They away,
The mileposts they counting
But they arrived
At the lemonade
On the big rock candy

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

1. One evening as the sun went
And the jungle were burning,
the track came a hobo hiking,
He said, "Boys, I'm not
I'm heading for a that's far away
Beside the fountain
I'll see you all this fall
In the Big Candy Mountain

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
there ain't no snow
Where the don't fall
And the don't blow
In the Big Candy Mountain.

3. In the Big Rock Candy
You never change your
And little streams of
Come trickling the rocks
O the shacks all have to tip their
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 Rock Mountain

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

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

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

In the Big Candy Mountain,
The jails are of tin.
You can slip out again,
As as they put you in.
There no short-handled shovels,
No axes, nor picks,
I'm bound to
Where you all day,
Where hung the jerk
That work
In the Big Candy Mountain.