Luyện nghe bài hát A Bunch of Thyme

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

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

Once she had a bunch of
She thought it would decay
Then came a lusty who chanced to pass her way
He her bunch of thyme away

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

Come all ye maidens and fair
All you that are in your prime
Always be ware and keep garden fair
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