Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Mushroom Down

There was a land I once tell
'Twas christened Mushroom
The folk who lived loved it well
And never left their
They there from the hour of birth
the day they died
They never for any earth
Except Mushroom pride
They their homes beneath the caps
Of fungi and tall
And time came for tea perhaps
A neighbor came to
And they sat in shade serene
And cream and cakes
They talked of things they'd seen
Beyond the Mushroom
They did not wish to journey
were contented so
But the mossy banks somewhere
Lie what they did not
More curious they by day
And more so by night
They wondered if there a way
To take a flight
by this new desire
More restless became
And many to conspire
On blueprints for a
A brilliant vehicle
Of caps and string
One gent proved
And built the very
And so the day at last
On which the plane should
The celebration far past
What they could best
But were folks of merry ways
And when the were drained
In unison arose their
And on the stroke --- it
Now in the of the town
No soul had seen
A flood the likes of poured down
Upon the Mushroom
A gathering was held
The elders late that
And even their votes were
"We must the flight!"
The through the land
Was more than some could
For their own world, once so grand,
They did no longer
To say the least it was a
To see the act
As though they'd their hope, their flame
When their poor plans were
But still the rain on
For more than days
Their store was almost gone
They of sunshine rays
And that's they began to cease
Their of other towns
If only this storm decrease
Theyd Mushroom Downs
That was spent in blackness deep
No star was to shine
But when the morning broke sleep
They saw a sight
The rain was to be found
The sky was fresh and
Hurrahs of joy for around
all that one could hear
And is more, the earth had sprung
New overnight
And many of praise were sung
And no one spoke of
And so at last the ballad
With happiness
And so the story goes, my
That is, next time.