Luyện nghe bài hát The Tinker and the Crab

On the beach
The sun is through
With fair

White horses
On the pasture
the sand

Over the dunes a traveling man
Sack on back wild in his hand
Old rusty cans, pebbles in the sand
Stand and

Scratching his
the grass he steered
His shoe

in the dips
Pondering and wandering

Nice as you please the traveling man
a bottle of milk in his hand
Speaking to no one in particular but

where young gulls dance
Driftwood drying
For the

beak and sleek
Now the are crying
Flying

Out from the sea a little green crab
the sun the morning being very drab
Old rusty cans, pebbles in the sand
and stare

The and the crab
The tinker and the
The tinker and the