Luyện nghe bài hát Chickens In The Trees

A pig, wearing a outfit and holding a banjo, is sitting under a tree. If you look carefully, you can see the outlines of six chickens in the leaves of the tree.

Pig: (singing) Oh, are chickens in the trees,
There are in the trees.
Won't you listen to me,

(briefly, the chickens about in the branches)

There are in the trees.

Rooster: (entering from the right) Excuse me, old pig. I help but overhear you. Would you mind singing that song again, please?

Why, not at all - ahem...
(sings) Oh there are in the trees,
are chickens in the trees.
Won't you to me, please?

(briefly, the chickens about again)

are chickens in the trees.

Rooster: You know, that's a very nice song, but you've got it quite, quite wrong. I happen to be a professional chicken and I know for a fact that chickens live in trees.

Pig: Hmmm ... is so?

Rooster: Absolutely. The very idea is utterly ridiculous, quite ridiculous. Chickens in the trees, indeed. What they think of next?

(storms off)

(standing) Okay, fellas. You heard what the rooster said. Everyone out of the tree.

(The all drop out of the tree, and walk away, clucking and pecking)