Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Mushroom Down

There was a land I once tell
'Twas christened Down
The folk who lived there loved it
And never left their
They there from the hour of birth
Until the day they
They never for any earth
Except their Mushroom
They made homes beneath the caps
Of fungi wide and
And time came for tea perhaps
A neighbor came to
And while they sat in serene
And cream and cakes
talked of things they'd never seen
Beyond the lakes
They did not wish to there
were contented so
But past the mossy somewhere
Lie what they did not
curious they grew by day
And more so by night
They wondered if there a way
To take a flight
by this new desire
More they became
And many began to
On blueprints for a
A brilliant flying
Of mushroom and string
One gent astronautical
And built the thing
And so the day at last
On which the plane should
The celebration went far
What they could best
But were folks of merry ways
And when the kegs were
In unison arose gaze
And on the stroke --- it
Now in the history of the
No soul had ever
A flood the likes of poured down
Upon the Green
A gathering was held
The late that night
And their votes were unmixed:
"We must the flight!"
The disappointment through the
Was more some could bear
For own world, once thought so grand,
did no longer care
To say the it was a shame
To see the act
As though they'd lost their hope, their
When their poor plans sacked
But still the continued on
For more than days
Their mushroom was almost gone
They dreamt of sunshine
And that's when they to cease
Their thoughts of other
If this storm would decrease
Theyd cherish Downs
night was spent in blackness deep
No was seen to shine
But the morning broke their sleep
They saw a sight
The was nowhere to be found
The sky was fresh and
of joy for miles around
Were all one could hear
And is more, the earth had sprung
New overnight
And many hymns of were sung
And no one of flight
And so at last the ballad
With happiness
And so the story goes, my
That is, next time.