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

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Out on the board the old stands
Grasping his shears in his bony hands
is his gaze on a bare-bellied "joe"
Glory if he gets her, he make the ringer go

Click go the shears boys, click, click,
Wide is his and his hands move quick
The ringer looks around and is by a blow
And curses the old snagger with the "joe"

In the middle of the floor in his caneebottomede
Is the of the board, with eyes everywhere
well each fleece as it comes to the screen
Paying strict 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 tar-boy is there awaiting in
With his blackened and his tarry hand
one old sheep with a cut upon its back
Here's what he's for "Tar here Jack!"

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

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

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

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

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