Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Mushroom Down

There was a land I heard tell
'Twas christened Mushroom
The folk who there loved it well
And never left their
They there from the hour of birth
the day they died
They never cared for any
Except their Mushroom
They made their homes the caps
Of fungi and tall
And when came for tea perhaps
A neighbor came to
And while they sat in shade
And offered cream and
They talked of things never seen
Beyond the Mushroom
They did not to journey there
were contented so
But past the mossy banks
Lie what they did not
More curious they by day
And more so by night
They wondered if were a way
To take a flight
Tormented by this new
More they became
And many to conspire
On for a frame
A brilliant vehicle
Of mushroom caps and
One gent astronautical
And the very thing
And so the day at last
On which the should board
The celebration went far
they could best afford
But they folks of merry ways
And when the kegs were
In unison their gaze
And on the --- it rained
Now in the of the town
No had ever seen
A flood the likes of which down
Upon the Mushroom
A gathering was held
The elders that night
And their votes were unmixed:
"We must the flight!"
The disappointment through the
Was more than could bear
For own world, once thought so grand,
They did no care
To say the it was a shame
To see the act
As though lost their hope, their flame
When their plans were sacked
But still the rain on
For more fifty days
Their mushroom store was gone
They dreamt of rays
And when they began to cease
thoughts of other towns
If only this storm would
Theyd cherish Downs
That night was spent in deep
No was seen to shine
But when the morning broke sleep
saw a sight divine
The rain was nowhere to be
The sky was and clear
of joy for miles around
Were all one could hear
And what is more, the earth had
New mushrooms
And many hymns of praise sung
And no one of flight
And so at last the ends
happiness sublime
And so the story goes, my
That is, next time.