Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Treetop School for Boys

Here's the town in which I petunia green
the shop and here's the man who sold me laces for my shoes
There is mr.marcus. boys they say mad
'here's the battle they won' silver treetop school for boys

Early days were good as
An apple here an there
And everywhere a 'yes sir', 'no
made me roll the cricket pitch once a day
I've never been so happy than at silver treetop for boys

The mowing machine was leaving small piles of
when the ? ? ? had risen to the pipe of mr.marcus
The smell of teaching fell the cricket field
Smiling, laughing, rolling at silver treetop school for boys.

Hey
They in the staff room
call in the canteen
"hey come and look at I found"
"i found some boys and sitting
On the cricket ground at silver school for boys"

The english master, sir, he wores a mask
And the head, was usually sad, was swinging from a
Mr.brown the man is off his head
And everyone just loves the grass at silver treetop for boys
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