Luyện nghe bài hát Jack

Jack out one stormy day
To see his feet would go
They took him from his sleeping
Across land high and low
They took him the velvet streets
Where men walked on their
And the slopes
Where bottled
And men lie in rows
Jack walked through the treacle
And the salt dry plains
He passed he house tall, thin dogs
Pulled on their iron
He heard the songs of seed germ
Who warmed the frozen
And as Jack
He felt the
Push up his heels
He saw the heathens' heather
He a boiling sea
He met a man with hands
Carved from an old fruit
The old man said he at night
Of blossom and knives
And that when
Jack to sleep
He of damson pies
walked out one stormy day
To see where his would go
They him north, they took him east
But never him home