Luyện nghe bài hát Jack

Jack went out one day
To see where his feet go
They took him from his town
land both high and low
They him through the velvet streets
men walked on their toes
And down the
Where bottled
And men lie in rows
Jack through the treacle swamps
And crossed the dry plains
He passed he house where tall, thin
Pulled on iron chains
He heard the songs of seed germ
Who warmed the fields
And as Jack
He the corn
up his tired heels
He saw the heathens' heather
He a boiling sea
He met a man wooden hands
from an old fruit tree
The old man said he at night
Of roots and knives
And that when
went to sleep
He dreamt of damson
Jack out one stormy day
To see where his would go
They took him north, they took him
But never took him