Luyện nghe bài hát Broadford Bazaar

Dirty white caravans narrow roads sailing
Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their
With hot, red-faced drivers, horns' flattened fifths
Putting in blind corners as they overtake

And it's all willing now
a shilling now
Stack up the of your new motor-car
home-dyed woolens
And wee plastic
The day of the Broadford

Out of the north, no are drifting
And for the many are down to the few
Blue-bottle choppers, they visit no
Like flies to the jam pots, they were just passing

And all come willing now
Spend a now
up the back of your new motor-car
Where once stood oil-rigs so
There's only swear-words in
To say at the Broadford

All kinds of people come for the opening
Crofters and cottar's, white galore
And up on the hill, an old sheep that's dying
But it had two new lambs born a fortnight before

And it's all come now
Spend a now
Stack up the of your new motor-car
We'll take pounds, francs and from the well-heeled
And from the Green Shield
The day of the Bazaar