Luyện nghe bài hát Now I'm A Farmer

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

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

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 and balming 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 whole lot of
Near to feed New York till 1973

Cultivation is my and the nation
Buys my from me immediately
And holding sixty bucks, I watch as dumper trucks
Tip New corn flakes 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,

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

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

The things to grow
necessarily what you want to grow
Your own
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, it's
how lazily he took the strain

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

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

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