Luyện nghe bài hát Pulling Mussels (From the Shell)

They do it on Camber Sands
They do it at
about the beach all day,
At the crickets creepy

Squinting at the sky
A Robbins paperback
Surfers their boards and dry
And everybody a hat

But the chalet
My holiday's
And I feel like Tell
Marian on her tiptoed feet
Pulling from a shell
Pulling mussels a shell

Shrinking in the sea so
Topless look away
A he-man in a sudden
Shelters the rain

You wish you had a boat
To pose the harbor bar
And when the sun off to bed
You it up behind the car

But behind the
My complete
And I feel like Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed
Pulling from a shell
mussels from a shell

Two fat ladies shop
for the mantelpiece
In for all the nines
A panda for sweet little

The coach drivers about
at a local map
About the boy who's gone
Down to next caravan

But the chalet
My holiday's
And I feel like William
Maid on her tiptoed feet
Pulling mussels from a
Pulling mussels a shell

But the chalet
My complete
And I feel like Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoed
Pulling mussels a shell
mussels from a shell