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
out goldfish your for breakfast

Sunday morning hear the ringing
High up in the the birds were singing In the dewey grass spiders spinning
Rooster calls and his doodle
All around the farm stirring
Through the morning the bulls are beefing
In the meadows cows are munching
Bell it's time for milking

There's such a lot to be done on the
In the sunshine, and it's lunchtime
hop down the pub for a pint
Back on the tractor to finish the

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

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

Behind the
The plowman is taking a
At the farmer's
hanging her undies in the sun

Better get on your and join us
Down on the

Down on the farm

It's a lovely day for walking
The vicar's on his bike, skateboarding
The farmer and his dog out back
The gun off and hits the tweeting (or: its stopped tweeting)

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

Give him a drink, gone pink
Wants his mummy, changing I think
Such a lot can be done on the
In the
And when lunchtime
hop down the pub for a pint
Sneak out the backway with Nelly the
To the

Andrew Guitar
Bardens Keyboards
Richard Sinclair Vocals, Bass
Mel Collins
Andy Drums