Luyện nghe bài hát Now I'm A Farmer

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

Well, I've moved the jungle
Of the rumble to grow my own food
And I'll dig and plough and the weeds
I succeed in seeing cabbage 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 it is to be a-farming
How and balming the effect of the air

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

Cultivation is my and the nation
my corn from me immediately
And holding sixty thousand bucks, I watch as dumper
Tip New York's 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 calming and the effect of the air

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

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

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

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

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

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