Luyện nghe bài hát Birds Of Paradise Farm

My parents these people who
For all their faults very nice;
They a farm whose "Olde Worlde" charm
it the name of "Paradise".
We came to one holiday,
We played and burned our arms;
But I was and lost for words,
When first I the birds of Paradise Farm.
gay songs all the day long,
Making love to the gong,
Wondering their human friend
come to feed them.
I looked in the and in the air,
I searched the eaves of barns
finally, to my despair,
I found the birds in Paradise Farm.
Singing gay all the day long,
Making love to the gong,
Wondering why their tiny
be spent behind iron bars.
Now "Leonardo da Vinci",
"St. of Assisi"...
But "Neil of The See House, Fivemiletown"-
Well, it doesn't sound quite somehow!
Singing gay songs all long,
Making to the dinner gong,
when their human friend
Would to free them.
When the day came, I took my time.
called my name, and revved the car;
"When calls you must reply", they laughed,
Waving to Paradise Farm.