Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Frog

The clock gets to be a bore
Whatcha for
Though I cant explain being
Just a dreary

Id like to go fly mountains
See mama at her fountain

Shell be in her golden frog
uniform
Golden chair, three trained clowns
Who will perform

Balancing with their heads
Trying to recall what theyve

Past the you will soon be in
A garden
be late there, the shining jewels
Sparkle in your

All waiting for your pleasure
Whats keeping you this treasure?

Twas brillig and the toves did gyre
And gimble in the
All mimsy were the
And the mome raths

the jabberwock, my son
The that bite, claws that catch
the jubjub bird
And shun the bander snatch

He took his vorpal in hand
Long time the manxome foe he
So he by the tum tum tree
And stood awhile in

And as in uffish thought he
The jabberwock, eyes of flame
Whiffling through the wood
And burbled as it

One, two, one, two and and through
The vorpal blade went snack
He left it dead and with its
Went back

And hast thou the jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my boy
Oh, day! Callooh! Callay
He in his joy

Twas brillig and the slithy did gyre
And in the wabe
All mimsy were the
And the mome raths

The clock gets to be a bore
Whatcha for
Though I cant being sane
Just a chore

Id like to go fly mountains
See mama frog at her