Luyện nghe bài hát Big Rock Candy Mountain

Oh the buzzin' of the in the cigarette trees
The water fountain where the lemonade springs
And the bluebird sings in that Big Candy Mountain

On a day
In the of May
A burly bum ahiking
Down a lane
the sugar cane
He was looking for his
As he along
He sang a
Of the of milk and honey
a bum can stay
For a day
And he won't any money

Oh the of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain where the lemonade
And the bluebird sings in that Big Rock Mountain

In the Big Rock Mountain
The have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber
And the lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of
The barns are of hay
I to go where there ain't no snow
Where the don't fall and the wind don't blow
In Big Rock Candy Mountain

There's a of gin
We can both in
And the handouts on bushes
In the hay
We can all day
And the bars all free lunches
the mail train stops
And there no cops
And the folks are
Where you change your socks
And you never rocks
And your is never parted

Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette
The soda water fountain the lemonade springs
And the bluebird sings in Big Rock Candy Mountain

Oh, a and his son,
were on the run
To the hay field they were
the bum to the son,
"Why you come
To big rock candy mountain?"
So the next day
They away,
The mileposts they counting
But never arrived
At the lemonade
On the big rock candy

Oh the of the bees in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain where the lemonade
And the bluebird sings in Big Rock Candy Mountain

1. One evening as the sun went
And the jungle were burning,
Down the track a hobo hiking,
He said, "Boys, I'm not
I'm heading for a that's far away
the crystal fountain
I'll see you all this coming
In the Big Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Mountain,
a land that's fair and bright,
The grow on bushes
And you out every night.
The all are empty
And the sun every day
I'm to go
Where ain't no snow
Where the sleet fall
And the winds don't
In the Big Rock Mountain.

3. In the Big Candy Mountain
You never change socks
And little of alkyhol
Come trickling down the
O the shacks all to tip their hats
And the railway are blind
There's a lake of
And ale too
And you can
All it in a big canoe
In the Big Candy Mountain

Oh the buzzin' of the bees in the trees
The soda water fountain where the springs
And the bluebird sings in that Big Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Mountain
The cops have legs
The bulldogs all have teeth
And the lay soft-boiled eggs
The all are empty
And the sun every day
I'm to go
Where ain't no snow
Where the sleet don't
And the don't blow
In the Big Candy Mountain.

Oh the buzzin' of the in the cigarette trees
The soda water fountain where the springs
And the bluebird in that Big Rock Candy Mountain

In the Big Rock Mountain,
The jails are of tin.
You can slip out again,
As as they put you in.
ain't no short-handled shovels,
No axes, nor picks,
I'm bound to
you sleep all day,
Where hung the jerk
That invented
In the Big Candy Mountain.