Luyện nghe bài hát Down on the Farm

(Sinclair)
Every Sunday morning, before
Down upon the farm, on the
All the little ducks, go paddling
out goldfish your for breakfast

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

There's a lot to be done on the farm
In the sunshine, and it's lunchtime
It's hop the pub for a pint
Back on the to finish the plowing

Standing all alone, the scarecrow
Hasn't got a clue how the grows
Doesn't mind the rain, hates the though
when those icewinds blow snow

All the lane, bees are buzzing
Little things in hedgerows scurrying
In amongst the corn the bunnies are
have springs upon their feet

Behind the
The plowman is a peek
At the farmer's
Who's hanging her in the sun

Better get on your boots and us
on the farm

Down here on the

a lovely day for country walking
The vicar's on his bike, Billy's
The farmer and his dog out back
The gun goes off and hits the (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 I think
a lot can be done 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

Latimer Guitar
Peter Bardens
Richard Sinclair Lead Vocals,
Mel Collins
Andy Drums