Luyện nghe bài hát Old Fart At Play

Pappy with the sweatband
Bowed potbellied barnyard
That only he noticed, the old fart was
The old cloth Madonna

to the fiddle 'n saw
He ran down the knoll
'N' slipped on his fishhead
The worked 'n' snapped
All the bees to the bungalow

Momma was 'n' lard
With her red rollin' pin
When the fishhead broke the
eye erect 'n' precisely detailed
Airholes which breath should come
Is now closely fit with the chatter of the old inside

An assortment of observations place
Momma her lips like a cat
the ground like a rooster
Pivoted like a

Her stockings down caught 'n' doughballs
She cracked her mouth glaze, caught one
Rubbed her hands on her gingham
Her grasped sticky metal intricate latchwork
Open to the room, uh, smell mixed with bologna

Rubber bands crumpled wax bonnets
Fat legs 'n' special jellies
by the warmth of the room
The old fart smelled through his important breather holes

Cleverly he from within from the outside we observed
That the nose of the wooden
the holes had just been a moment ago

Was now amazingly blended camouflaged in
With the very intricate rainbow trout
The old fart inside was now freely
From his perfume bottle air bulb invention

His excited from within the dark interior glazed
in appreciation of his thoughtful cleveration
Uh man, it's so