Luyện nghe bài hát March of the Camels

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

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

And we make a home
At the foot of the
and old wooden chairs
And we stayed
We laid there, go smaller
We beg for but went for air

So we ran away from our old home
We thought it was
And the was the sun
So get outside
Cause weve inside for too long

And we take a
And the buildings all into trees
And a while
We find ourselves by the sea

The beach was a
in an old magazine
The and the harem
Were the waves
The camels they all wash

And no one is
And is free
So I to myself
We should go and get us a