Luyện nghe bài hát Bossy

Sat an empty box of
and settled
Through the cracks of floors
little cone mountains

Fertile soil on which to
My dirty little stone
With to keep it from
Rolling down the dusty

such straight rows
Like corn and
And foot in cold dirt
And the sore throat follows

Everyone knew
It ended way
But I still don't
Why milking the cow work

She was warm and had a
Muscular tongue for
blocks and brown eyes like a cow
And her name was
We eat her I don't think