Luyện nghe bài hát Broadford Bazaar

Dirty white down narrow roads sailing
Vivas, Cortinas, in their wake
hot, red-faced drivers, horns' flattened fifths wailing
Putting trust in blind as they overtake

And all come willing now
a shilling now
Stack up the back of your new
There's woolens
And wee Cuillins
The day of the Broadford

Out of the north, no oil-rigs are
And jobs for the are down to the few
choppers, they visit no longer
Like flies to the jam pots, they were passing through

And it's all come now
Spend a now
Stack up the of your new motor-car
Where stood oil-rigs so phallic
There's swear-words in Gaelic
To say at the bazaar

All of people come down for the opening
Crofters and cottar's, white settlers
And up on the hill, there's an old sheep dying
But it had two new lambs born just a fortnight

And all come willing now
a shilling now
Stack up the back of new motor-car
We'll take pounds, francs and from the well-heeled
And stamps from the Shield
The day of the Bazaar