If you miss the train I’m on You will know that I has gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles Yes, I’m one,Yes, I’m […]
Daily Archives: Tháng 6 17, 2015
Jack had a small, red car, and he liked driving it very fast. This was all right when he was out in the country, but in towns and big villages driving fast is dangerous, so there is always a speed limit. In Jack’s country it was fifty kilometres an hour. […]