Luyện nghe bài hát A Bunch of Thyme

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

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

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

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

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

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