Luyện nghe bài hát Down on the Farm

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

morning hear the churchbells ringing
High up in the trees the birds were singing In the dewey spiders spinning
Rooster calls and his doodle
All around the farm stirring
Through the morning the bulls are beefing
In the grassy meadows cows are
Daisy Bell time for milking

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

Standing all alone, Fred the
Hasn't got a how the wheat grows
Doesn't mind the rain, hates the though
Specially when those blow snow

All along the lane, are buzzing
furry things in hedgerows scurrying
In amongst the the bunnies are bouncing
Must have upon their feet

Behind the
The plowman is a peek
At the daughter
Who's her undies in the sun

Better get on boots and join us
on the farm

Down here on the

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

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

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

Andrew Latimer
Bardens Keyboards
Richard Lead Vocals, Bass
Mel Flute
Andy Drums