Luyện nghe bài hát Tree Of Birds

In a town the desert sunbeam
Down on a small boy sick in bed
It his fevered brow so much she witched somehow
But the sun was the shade instead

I chanced the whippoorwill which throne is
And the boy's fevered plea
He whippoorwilled a cry to friends near by
And an old time at all they made a

A tree of birds, a tree
Soon the tree started merrily
Chirrup chirrup twee
Get on your feet, sweetly sang a of bird

When the little boy heard lovely song
He all around and to his surprise
There was a wondrous a whinnying singing tree
A tree of birds right before his weary eyes

their little wings they kept cooling things
Till his fever and ill may flow away
The boy has tried to tell how made him well
But no one believes him to say

A tree of birds, a tree
Soon the started singing merrily
Chirrup chirrup twee
Get on your feet, sweetly sang a tree of

(A of bird)
A tree of