Luyện nghe bài hát My Coo-Coo Bird Could Swing

We his bird,
Coo-coo!
A fine bird,
Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!
We stole bird from the coo-coo clock, and Brother Treadway put it in hoc.

Stop all trains, all roads,
a mystery up in Harlem way.
So relax and take it slow,
dig what I have to say:

Now, who stole the bird from the coo-coo
My coo-coo could swing.
At three o' clock he'd on the hour,
And here's the way he'd

Coo-coo!
Coo-coo!
Coo-coo!
My coo-coo bird swing.

See? My little bird eat no food,
He loved to swing.
At six o' clock, come on the hour,
And here's the way he'd

Coo-coo, coo-coo!
Coo-coo, coo-coo!
Coo-coo, coo-coo!
He loved to swing.

Now, who stole the
Won't you bring him on
That could solid swing.
At o' clock he'd come on out,
And here's the way he'd

Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!
Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!
Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!
My coo-coo could swing.

I my coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!
Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!
Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo!
My coo-coo bird swing!