Luyện nghe bài hát Down on the Farm

(Sinclair)
Every Sunday morning, before
upon the farm, on the fishpond
All the ducks, they go paddling
Look out goldfish for breakfast

Sunday morning hear the ringing
High up in the trees the birds were singing In the dewey grass spinning
Rooster and cocks his doodle
All the farm animals stirring
Through the morning mist the bulls are
In the meadows cows are munching
Daisy Bell it's time for

There's such a lot to be on the farm
In the sunshine, and when lunchtime
It's hop down the pub for a
Back on the to finish the plowing

Standing all alone, Fred the
Hasn't got a clue how the wheat
Doesn't the rain, hates the cold though
when those icewinds blow snow

All the lane, bees are buzzing
Little furry things in hedgerows
In amongst the corn the are bouncing
Must have springs upon their

the cowshed
The plowman is taking a
At the daughter
Who's her undies in the sun

Better get on your boots and us
Down on the

here on the farm

It's a day for country walking
The vicar's on his bike, Billy's
The and his dog out back shooting
The gun goes off and the tweeting (or: its stopped tweeting)

Lots of stinks around the farmyard
Great big pile of sh..t behind the
Sitting in his pram, bunting
Does a *BURP* and his grunting

Give him a drink, he's pink
Wants his mummy, needs changing I
a lot can be done on the farm
In the
And when it's
It's hop down the pub for a
Sneak out the backway Nelly the barmaid
To the

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