Luyện nghe bài hát Down on the Farm

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

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

There's such a lot to be done on the
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, the scarecrow
got a clue how the wheat grows
Doesn't mind the rain, hates the though
Specially when those blow snow

All along the lane, are buzzing
furry things in hedgerows scurrying
In amongst the corn the are bouncing
Must have 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 boots and us
Down on the

Down here on the

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

Lots of smelly around the farmyard
big pile of sh..t behind the rhubarb
Sitting in his pram, baby
Does a *BURP* and his grunting

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

Latimer Guitar
Peter Keyboards
Richard Lead Vocals, Bass
Mel Flute
Andy Ward