Luyện nghe bài hát A Bunch of Thyme

Come all ye maidens young and
All you are bloming in your prime
Always be ware and your garden fair
Let no man steal away your

For thyme it is a precious
And brings all things to my mind
Thyme with all its along with all its joys
Thyme brings all things to my

Once she had a of thyme
She it never would decay
came a lusty sailor who chanced to pass her way
He stole her bunch of away

The sailor gave to her a
A rose that never decay
He gave it to her to keep her
Of when he stole her thyme

Come all ye young and fair
All you that are in your prime
Always be ware and keep your garden
Let no man steal your thyme

For it is a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my
Thyme with all its labours along with all its
Thyme brings all to an end