Luyện nghe bài hát Click go the shears(Down under)

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Out on the the old shearer stands
Grasping his shears in his bony hands
is his gaze on a bare-bellied "joe"
Glory if he her, won't he make the ringer go

Click go the boys, click, click, click
is his blow and his hands move quick
The ringer looks and is beaten by a blow
And curses the old snagger the blue-bellied "joe"

In the middle of the in his caneebottomede chair
Is the of the board, with eyes everywhere
Notes well each fleece as it to the screen
Paying strict attention if it's off clean

The man he is there, of course
With his shiny leggin's just got off his
round his eye like a real connoisseur
Whistling the old "I'm the Perfect Lure"

The tar-boy is there awaiting in
With his blackened tar-pot and his hand
one old sheep with a cut upon its back
Here's what he's waiting for "Tar Jack!"

Shearing is all and we've all got our cheques
Roll up swag for we're off on the tracks
The first pub we come to it's we'll have a spree
And everyone that along it's, "Come and drink with me!"

by the bar the old shearer stands
Grasping his glass in his thin hands
Fixed is his gaze on a keg
he'll get down on it ere he stirs a peg

There we him standing, shouting for all hands
Whilst all around him every shouter
His eyes are on the cask which is now fast
He works hard he drinks hard and goes to at last

You off the belly-wool clean out the crutch
Go up the neck for the they are such
You round the horns first shoulder go down
One blow up the and you then turn around

Click, click, that's how the go
Click, click, so awfully
You pull out a sheep give a kick
And still hear shears going click, click, click