Luyện nghe bài hát Birds Of Paradise Farm

My parents knew these who
For all their faults were nice;
They owned a farm whose "Olde Worlde"
it the name of "Paradise".
We came to one holiday,
We croquet and burned our arms;
But I was charmed and for words,
When first I the birds of Paradise Farm.
Singing gay all the day long,
Making love to the gong,
Wondering when human friend
come to feed them.
I looked in the and in the air,
I the eaves of disused barns
finally, to my despair,
I found the birds in Paradise Farm.
gay songs all the day long,
Making love to the gong,
Wondering why their tiny
Should be spent behind bars.
Now "Leonardo da Vinci",
"St. of Assisi"...
But "Neil of The See House, Fivemiletown"-
Well, it sound quite right somehow!
Singing gay all summer long,
love to the dinner gong,
Wondering when their human
Would come to them.
When the last day came, I my time.
They called my name, and revved the
"When nature calls you reply", they laughed,
Waving to Paradise Farm.