Luyện nghe bài hát Down on the Farm

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

Sunday morning hear the churchbells
High up in the trees the birds 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 when lunchtime
hop down 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 cold
Specially when those blow snow

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

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

Better get on boots and join us
Down on the

Down here on the

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

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

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

Andrew Latimer
Bardens Keyboards
Richard Lead Vocals, Bass
Mel Collins
Andy Ward