Luyện nghe bài hát Down on the Farm

(Sinclair)
Every Sunday morning, daybreak
Down the farm, on the fishpond
All the little ducks, they go
out goldfish your for breakfast

Sunday morning hear the churchbells
High up in the trees the 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 grassy cows are munching
Daisy Bell it's 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 clue how the wheat
Doesn't mind the rain, hates the though
Specially when icewinds blow snow

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

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

Better get on boots and join us
on the farm

Down here on the

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

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

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

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