Luyện nghe bài hát A Bunch of Thyme

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

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

she had a bunch of thyme
She thought it never decay
Then came a lusty sailor who chanced to her way
He stole her bunch of thyme

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

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

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