Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Treetop School for Boys

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

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

The mowing was leaving small piles of grass
That the ? ? ? had risen to the pipe of mr.marcus
The smell of teaching fell upon the field
Smiling, laughing, rolling about at silver school for boys.

Hey
They call in the room
They in the canteen
"hey come and at what I found"
"i found boys and masters sitting
On the cricket ground at treetop school for boys"

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