Luyện nghe bài hát My Ding-a-ling-a-ling

When I was a biddy boy
My grandmother bought me a little toy
bells hanging on a string
She told me it was my

I you to play with my ding-a-ling


I you to play with my ding-a-ling

Then mama me to Sunday school
tried to teach me the Golden Rule
But when the choir would and sing
I'd sit there and play with my

(chorus)

Then mama took me to school
But I off in the vestibule
Every time that would ring
Catch me playing with my

(chorus)

Once I was the garden wall,
I slipped and had a fall
I fell so hard I birds ring,
But on to my ding-a-ling-a-ling

(chorus)

Once I was 'cross Turtle Creek
snapping turtles were snapping at my feet
Sure was hard 'cross that thing
With both hands my ding-a-ling-a-ling

(chorus)

This here song it so sad
The cutest little song you had
Those of you who not sing
You must be playing your own ding-a-ling