Luyện nghe bài hát Click go the shears(Down under)

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Out on the the old shearer stands
Grasping his shears in his long hands
Fixed is his gaze on a "joe"
Glory if he gets her, won't he the ringer go

Click go the boys, click, click, click
is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is beaten by a
And curses the old with the blue-bellied "joe"

In the middle of the floor in his chair
Is the boss of the board, eyes everywhere
Notes well each fleece as it comes to the
strict attention if it's taken off clean

The colonial-experience man he is there, of
his shiny leggin's just got off his horse
Casting round his eye like a real
Whistling the old tune "I'm the Lure"

The is there awaiting in demand
his blackened tar-pot and his tarry hand
Sees one old sheep with a cut upon its
what he's waiting for "Tar here Jack!"

Shearing is all over and all got our cheques
up your swag for we're off on the tracks
The first pub we come to it's we'll have a spree
And that comes along it's, "Come and drink with me!"

by the bar the old shearer stands
Grasping his in his thin bony hands
is his gaze on a green-painted keg
Glory he'll get down on it ere he a peg

There we leave him standing, shouting for all
Whilst all around him every shouter
His eyes are on the which is now lowering fast
He works he drinks hard and goes to hell at last

You off the belly-wool clean out the crutch
Go up the for the rules they are such
You clean round the horns first go down
One blow up the back and you then turn

Click, click, how the shears go
Click, click, so awfully
You pull out a he'll give a kick
And still hear shears going click, click, click