Luyện nghe bài hát Down on the Farm

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

Sunday morning hear the churchbells
High up in the the birds were singing In the dewey grass spiders spinning
Rooster calls and his doodle
All the farm animals stirring
Through the morning mist the are beefing
In the grassy meadows cows are
Daisy Bell it's for milking

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

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

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

Behind the
The is taking a peek
At the farmer's
Who's her undies in the sun

Better get on your and join us
Down on the

Down here on the

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

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

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

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