Luyện nghe bài hát Comin' Back For More

Hướng dẫn luyện nghe

Bạn hãy nghe bài hát và điền từ còn thiếu vào các ô trống.
Sau khi điền hết, bạn nhấn nút gửi bài ở phía dưới để được chấm điểm.
Với những câu trả lời sai, bạn hãy rê chuột lên ô nhập để xem đáp án đúng.
Nếu bạn muốn luyện nghe lại với các ô trống khác thì click vào link "Làm lại bài điền từ khác" ở cuối bài.

Bắt đầu làm bài nào

'Way up in the
Where the scrub grow
And the coneys and the play
Where the abound
All in the ground
And the blows cold all day

There's a pile a' stones
On a little pile a'
That's the archaeologists say
But the folks in Lake
Well, they sing a different
It would like to make hair turn gray

Now, it's hard to find
But it'll your mind
If you to go the right way
You take Slumgullion
And stop for no gas
you get yourself to Al's Caf

It was the genuine,
Highly
digital caf
It was Al Legendary
Coronary
Cannibal Bar and

Some dark
You gonna see a light
Up on Cannibal Plateau, say
It's a oak fire
Like a pyre
Old Packer's been all day

A-when the coyotes
And the cougar's on the
They ain't for your customary prey
Nah, waitin' for bones
In a pile a' hot
At old Al Caf

Comin' for more
Comin' back for
Baby, back for more
Cafe
Comin' back for
Comin' back for
Baby, back for more

(Old Al
Was a real
Got lost in a one day )

When the went to get 'im
Old Al et 'em
And he buried all the in the clay

Now you them fellas
Wasn't marshmellas
And they didn't fall in the hay
But it had a hard winter
So he had 'em all for
And they didn't find boots until May

Well, the folks in City
Showed little pity
So they sentenced him to hang day
But before they could 'im
Old Al got an'
a-lookin' for you, today

Boohoohaha [Courtesy of Davis.]

Comin' back for
back for more
Baby, comin' for more
Al's
Comin' for more
Comin' back for
Baby, back for more
(Now 'way up in the
the scrub oaks grow
And the coneys and the picas )

Where the marmots
All a-diggin' in the
And the blows cold all day

a little pile a' stones
On a little pile a'
That's a-what the say
But the in Lake City
Well, they a different ditty
It would like to make your hair gray

Now, kind'a hard to find
But altercate your mind
If you happen to go the way
You take Slumgullion
And stop for no gas
Until you get to Al's Caf

It was the genuine,
Highly
Finger-lickin' caf
It was Al Packer's
Fast-food
Cannibal Bar and

dark night
You're gonna see a light
Up on Cannibal Plateau, they say Boohoohaha again.]
a scrub oak fire
Like a pyre
Old been a-cookin' all day

And when the howl
And the on the prowl
They ain't lookin' for your customary Aahoohoohoohoo [Yeah, it's Chip.]
Nah, waitin' for bones
In a pile a' hot
At old Al Packer's Bleah! [Could it be... Davis?]