Luyện nghe bài hát Bossy

Sat upon an box of
Cheerios and
Through the cracks of wooden
Forming cone mountains

soil on which to rest
My dirty little white
With to keep it from
Rolling down the dusty

Brought such straight
Like and peas
And foot caves in cold
And the throat that follows

Everyone knew
It this way
But I still understand
Why milking the cow didn't

She was warm and had a
tongue for licking
Salt blocks and eyes like a cow
And her name was
We didn't eat her I think