Luyện nghe bài hát Father O'bliviion

Get on your feet an' do the Alfonzo!
Father O'Blivion
Resplendent in his
Was whipping up the
For the of his flock
He was looking bleary
(He forgot to the clock)
the night before
Behind the
A had stroked, yes . . .
The night
Behind the
A leprechaun had stroked (he it) . . .
The night
Behind the
A leprechaun had . . . his . . .






(stroked his smock)
Which set him off in a frenzy
He sang AROUND THE CROCK
An' he it off with a . . .
An' he it off with a . . .
An' he topped it off a . . .
WOO WOO WOO
WOO WOO WOO
WOO WOO WOO
As he stumbled on his
He was delighted as it
And ripped through his sock
Oh, Saint Alfonzo would be of me
OF ME
He shouted the block:
vobiscum
Et cum tuo ,
Won't you eat my sleazy
for Saintly Alfonzo
They're so 'n fluffy-white
We'll raise a by tonite
so light 'n fluffy-white
We'll a fortune by tonite
They're so 'n fluffy-brown
the finest in the town
They're so 'n fluffy-brown
They're the finest in the
Good morning, Highness

I brought you snow shoes

Good morning, Highness

I brought you your shoes