Luyện nghe bài hát Down on the Farm

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

morning hear the churchbells ringing
High up in the trees the birds were singing In the dewey grass spinning
Rooster calls and cocks his
All around the animals stirring
Through the mist the bulls are beefing
In the grassy meadows are munching
Bell it's time for milking

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

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

All along the lane, are buzzing
Little furry things in hedgerows
In amongst the corn the are bouncing
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 and join us
Down on the

Down here on the

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

Lots of smelly stinks around the
Great big pile of sh..t the rhubarb
Sitting in his pram, baby
a *BURP* and starts his grunting

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

Andrew Guitar
Peter Keyboards
Richard Sinclair Lead Vocals,
Mel Collins
Ward Drums