Luyện nghe bài hát Jack

Jack was really a
Who held his one good eye on the
And sat the king beside her
He's pointing his sword up and down every scene
And the in the corner
Catching between his teeth
And the dogs in the shadow in the archway
There's one good dog filled with good ol' dog dreams

He slipped next to the
Whispered something deep, to the of his ear
A little joke, the one about the farmer's
How she was stomping on grapes, coming up blue feet and beer
And he slipped the queen
Where the fools go the rich don't
Lately the king's (k)nights have a little rusty
And his halo - I mean his crown - has and slipped down around his eyes

The in the corner
Pulling between his knees
And the dog he been long
to pitch for the winning team
Fifty-two, I fifty-four bicycles on the wall
Ready to ride, ready to ride the last of them falls
Jack's been cooking in the
up some biscuits for us all
For us all, For us all
Ready to ride, to ride, ride