Luyện nghe bài hát Prospector Polka

There's a little guy I know, who spends all day huntin' gold
And he loves to dance the polka style
Snowy beard and turned up hat, taps his toe this way and
Keeping time to happy music all the
He was born in Pennsylvania but came when just a lad
To stake a claim and that yella gold
With a shovel and a pick and a polka kick
He's the best at finding nuggets so I'm

He's Pete, the Old Prospector, a happy elf
And when he a squeezebox play he just can't help himself
With a pickax for a partner he dances the plains
He pans for gold and up and down the rolling range

With his bag of mining tools and the big ole long-eared
He's off at dawn his golden quest
If you see him say "Hello" Pete's a fellow you know
He's a polka dancin' of the West

Pete, the Old Prospector, a happy little elf
And he hears a squeezebox play he just can't help himself
With a pickax for a he dances o'er the plains
He pans for gold and polkas up and down the rolling

Pete the Old Prospector, champion of the rolling range