Luyện nghe bài hát March of the Camels

There is in a picture
Hanging on the wall
We them 'cross the desert
From an in the hall

We saw the from the edge of our seat
Dance with the harem and drank with
The man on the back of the camels were me

And we make ourselves a
At the foot of the
and old wooden chairs
And we stayed
We there, room go smaller
We beg for water but for air

So we ran away our old brittle home
We it was sand
And the was the sun
So lets get
Cause been inside for too long

And we take a
And the buildings all turn into
And after a
We ourselves down by the sea

The was a dessert
Outside in an old
The sheiks and the
under the waves
The they all wash away

And no one is
And nothing is
So I to myself
We go and get us a drink