Luyện nghe bài hát Poisoning Pigeons in The Park

I'd like to take you now on wings of song, as it were, and try and help you forget perhaps for a while your drab, wretched lives. a song all about spring-time in general, and in particula
Out one of the many delightful pastimes the coming of affords us all.

Spring is here, is here.
Life is skittles and is beer.
I the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
I do, don't 'course you do.
But one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes ev'ry a treat for me.

All the world in tune
On a afternoon,
we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
Ev'ry sunday see
My and me,
As we poison the in the park.

When they see us coming, the all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when with cyanide.
The sun's bright,
Ev'rything all right,
When we're pigeons in the park.

We've notoriety,
And much anxiety
In the audubon
our games.
They it impiety,
And of propriety,
And a variety
Of names.
But not against any religion
To to dispose of a pigeon.

So if you're free,
Why you come with me,
And we'll the pigeons in the park.
And maybe do
In a or two,
While poisoning pigeons in the park.

We'll murder them all laughter and merriment.
Except for the few we home to experiment.
My pulse be quickenin'
each drop of strychnine
We to a pigeon.
It takes a smidgin!
To a pigeon in the park.