Luyện nghe bài hát Rosewood Hill

by Williamson

She had her to him
As he in through the door
He'd down in the forest
He said, "I cut me a walkin' stick
Down by the stingin'
thought I'd see the day I'd need one"

She said, "The real estate people again today
I them a pot of tea
They we'd fetch a million dollars
For our old 'Rosewood Hill'
I guess they thought we might

What we do with a million
we own paradise
Buy us an of sand
You tell those beavers
They won't be to me
This is not for sale"

the last of the old cow cockies
Up in the clouds
Wouldn't white-coast shoes love to get
hands on his land

Smell the bacon
and crackle on the fry
The promise of a new day
Shake the blanket
And it to the sky
The valley takes breath away

The crows are perched and
The dreams of gold
Surely soon the old man will away