Luyện nghe bài hát A Bunch of Thyme

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

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

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

The gave to her a rose
A rose that never decay
He gave it to her to her reminded
Of he stole her thyme away

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

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