Luyện nghe bài hát March of the Camels

There is people in a
Hanging on the wall
We watch 'cross the desert
an armchair in the hall

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

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

So we ran from our old brittle home
We it was sand
And the was the sun
So get outside
Cause weve been for too long

And we a drive
And the buildings all turn trees
And a while
We find down by the sea

The was a dessert
in an old magazine
The and the harem
under 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