Luyện nghe bài hát Jack

Jack was a jester
Who his one good eye on the queen
And there sat the king her
He's pointing his sword up and with every scene
And the wizard's in the
peanuts between his teeth
And the lying in the shadow in the archway
There's one good dog sleeping filled with good ol' dog

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

The wizard's in the
Pulling lizards his knees
And the dog he been gone
to pitch for the winning team
Fifty-two, I mean fifty-four on the wall
Ready to ride, ready to ride until the last of them
Jack's been in the kitchen
up some biscuits for us all
For us all, For us all
Ready to ride, to ride, ride