Luyện nghe bài hát Down on the Farm

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

Sunday hear the churchbells ringing
High up in the trees the birds were singing In the dewey spiders spinning
Rooster calls and cocks his
All around the farm animals
the morning mist the bulls are beefing
In the grassy meadows cows are
Daisy Bell it's time for

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

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

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

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

Better get on your and join us
Down on the

Down on the farm

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

Lots of stinks around the farmyard
Great big pile of sh..t behind the
Sitting in his pram, bunting
a *BURP* and starts his grunting

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

Andrew Latimer
Peter Bardens
Sinclair Lead Vocals, Bass
Mel Collins
Ward Drums