Luyện nghe bài hát Hobbit Drinking Medley

Oh you can far and wide,
You can drink the whole dry,
But never find a beer so brown,
Oh never find a beer so brown,
As the one we in our hometown,
As the one we in our hometown.
You can keep fancy ales,
You can them by the flagon,
But the only brew for the and true...
.Comes from the Dragon!!

Hey! Ho! to the I go
To heal my and drown my woe.
Rain may and wind may blow,
But still be many miles to go,
Sweet is the sound of the rain,
And the stream falls from hill to plain.
Better than rain or brook,
Is a mug of beer this Took.

Blunt the knives, bend the
the bottles and burn the corks
Chip the glasses and crack the
That's what Baggins hates!

Cut the cloth, on the fat
Leave the bones on the mat
the milk on the pantry floor
Splash the on every door!
Dump the in a boiling bowl
Pound them up a thumping pole
you're finished, if they are whole
Send down the hall to roll
That's what Bilbo hates!

is an inn, a merry old inn
beneath an old hill,
And there they brew a so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself down
one night to his fill.
The has a tipsy cat
that plays a fiddle;
And up and he saws his bow,
Now squeaky high, now low,
now in the middle.
So the cat on his fiddle hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that wake the dead:
He and sawed and quickened the tune,
the landlord sthe Man in the Moon:
"It's three!" he said.
Now the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on heads;
The guests all bounded from their
and upon the floor.
The round Moon behind the hill,
as the Sun up her head.
She hardly believed her eyes;
For though it was day, to her
they all went to bed.