Luyện nghe bài hát Down on the Farm

(Sinclair)
Every morning, before daybreak
Down the farm, on the fishpond
All the ducks, they go paddling
Look out goldfish your for

morning hear the churchbells ringing
High up in the the birds were singing In the dewey grass spiders spinning
calls and cocks his doodle
All around the animals stirring
Through the mist the bulls are beefing
In the grassy cows are munching
Daisy Bell time for milking

There's such a lot to be on the farm
In the sunshine, and when lunchtime
It's hop the pub for a pint
Back on the to finish the plowing

Standing all alone, Fred the
got a clue how the wheat grows
Doesn't mind the rain, hates the though
when those icewinds blow snow

All along the lane, are buzzing
Little furry things in hedgerows
In amongst the corn the are bouncing
Must have springs upon their

the cowshed
The plowman is a peek
At the farmer's
Who's hanging her in the sun

Better get on your and join us
Down on the

here on the farm

It's a day for country walking
The vicar's on his bike, Billy's
The and his dog out back shooting
The gun goes off and hits the (or: its stopped tweeting)

Lots of smelly stinks the farmyard
Great big of sh..t behind the rhubarb
Sitting in his pram, bunting
a *BURP* and starts his grunting

Give him a drink, gone pink
his mummy, needs changing I think
Such a lot can be on the farm
In the
And when lunchtime
It's hop down the pub for a
Sneak out the backway Nelly the barmaid
To the

Andrew Latimer
Peter Keyboards
Richard Sinclair Lead Vocals,
Mel Collins
Andy Ward