Luyện nghe bài hát Now I'm A Farmer

I've got a and a pick-axe
And a miles square of land to churn about
My old horse is weary but
I believe that he can pull a

Well, I've into the jungle
Of the agriculture rumble to grow my own
And dig and plough and scrape the weeds
Till I succeed in seeing growing through

Now I'm a farmer, and I'm
Digging, digging, digging,
Now I'm a farmer, and I'm
Digging, digging, digging,

It's alarming how charming it is to be
How calming and the effect of the air

Well, I farmed for a year and a crop of corn
stretched as far as the eye can see
That's a lot of cornflakes
Near enough to feed New York till

Cultivation is my station and the
Buys my corn from me
And holding sixty thousand bucks, I watch as trucks
Tip New York's corn in the sea

Now I'm a farmer, and I'm
Digging, digging, digging,
Now I'm a farmer, and I'm
Digging, digging, digging,

alarming how charming it is to be a-farming
How and balming the effect of the air

Now look here, son, the thing to say
Isn't what you want to say
The right to do
necessarily what you want to do

The things to grow
Ain't necessarily you want to grow
own happiness
Doesn't necessarily teach you you want to know

Well, I'm suntanned and deep, so's the
And my hands are deeply
Old horse is a-grazing, amazing
Just how lazily he the strain

Well, my pick and are rusty
I'm paid on trust
To leave my square of cornfield

It's how charming it is to be a-farming
How calming and balming the of the air

When you what I grow
Tomatoes, potatoes, stew,
Potatoes, tomatoes,