Luyện nghe bài hát Get Up

When I was and under ten
A wee fool was I
The morning I left the school
I heard my cry

Get up, get out, you lout
Get your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and
And a to your nose

I bought me a clock, a good clock
To me to tell the time
It awakened me morning
With a very poetic

I married me a wife, a pretty wife
And kept her many a
what may, she'd begin each day
By in my ear

Now some get to lie as long as they
They're men than me
I never get to lie very
I'm only foot three