Luyện nghe bài hát Chickens In The Trees

A pig, wearing a farmer outfit and 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, there are in the trees,
There are in the trees.
Won't you listen to me,

(briefly, the chickens flutter in the branches)

There are in the trees.

Rooster: (entering the right) Excuse me, old pig. I couldn't help but overhear you. Would you mind singing that song again, please?

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

(briefly, the flutter 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 and I know for a fact that chickens don't live in trees.

Pig: Hmmm ... is so?

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

(storms off)

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

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