Luyện nghe bài hát Big Rock Candy Mountain

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

On a day
In the of May
A burly bum came
Down a shady
the sugar cane
He was for his liking
As he strolled
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 in the cigarette trees
The soda water where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird sings in that Big Candy Mountain

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

a lake of gin
We can both in
And the handouts grow on
In the hay
We can all day
And the bars all have free
the mail train stops
And ain't no cops
And the folks are
Where you change your socks
And you throw rocks
And your is never parted

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

Oh, a and his son,
They 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
They away,
The mileposts were counting
But never arrived
At the tide
On the big candy mountain

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

1. One as the sun went down
And the fires were burning,
the track came a hobo hiking,
He said, "Boys, I'm not
I'm heading for a land that's far
the crystal fountain
I'll see you all this coming
In the Big Rock Mountain

In the Big Rock Mountain,
It's a land that's and bright,
The handouts grow on
And you out every night.
The boxcars all are
And the sun every day
I'm to go
there ain't no snow
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 streams of
trickling down the rocks
O the all have 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 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 cops have legs
The bulldogs all have teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled
The all are empty
And the sun every day
I'm to go
there ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't
And the don't blow
In the Big 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

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