Luyện nghe bài hát Broadford Bazaar

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

And it's all willing now
a shilling now
Stack up the of your new motor-car
There's woolens
And wee Cuillins
The day of the Bazaar

Out of the north, no are drifting
And jobs for the many are to the few
choppers, they visit no longer
Like flies to the jam pots, were just passing through

And all come willing now
a shilling now
Stack up the back of new motor-car
Where once oil-rigs so phallic
There's swear-words in Gaelic
To say at the bazaar

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

And it's all willing now
a shilling now
Stack up the back of your new
We'll pounds, francs and dollars from the well-heeled
And from the Green Shield
The day of the Bazaar