Luyện nghe bài hát Mama Frog

The clock gets to be a bore
livin for
Though I cant explain sane
Just a chore

Id like to go fly mountains
See mama at her fountain

Shell be there in her golden
Sequined
Golden chair, three human clowns
Who will soon

Balancing books their heads
Trying to recall what said

the gate you will soon be in
A paradise
Dont be late there, the jewels
Sparkle in eyes

All waiting there for pleasure
keeping you from this treasure?

Twas and the slithy toves did gyre
And in the wabe
All were the borogoves
And the mome raths

the jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, claws that
Beware the bird
And shun the frumlous bander

He took his vorpal in hand
Long time the foe he sought
So rested he by the tum tum
And awhile in thought

And as in uffish he stood
The jabberwock, with eyes of
Whiffling through the wood
And as it came

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

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

Twas brillig and the slithy did gyre
And gimble in the
All mimsy were the
And the mome outgrabe

The gets to be such a bore
Whatcha for
I cant explain being sane
Just a chore

Id to go fly past mountains
See mama frog at her