Luyện nghe bài hát Up The `pool

I'm going up the 'pool from down the smoke
To taste my jam sarnies and see our aunty Flo
The candy floss salesman watches in the sand
Down for a freaky in the hope that they'll be meeting
Mister

The iron tower smiles upon the silver sea
And along the golden mile they'll be swigging of tea
The there who've come to take the air
posing for the daily press, will look around
And blame the on Edward Bear

There'll be bucket, spades and bingo, cockles,
days, seaweed and sand castles, icy waves
Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces down
Sun tanned stranded in a daze

going up the 'pool from down the smoke below
To taste my mum's jam and see our aunty Flo
The candy floss salesman ladies in the sand
Down for a freaky weekend in the hope they'll be meeting
Mister

There'll be buckets, spades and bingo, cockles,
Rainy days, seaweed and sand castles, icy
Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, dangling down
Sun tanned stranded in a daze

Oh,
Oh,