Luyện nghe bài hát A Bunch of Thyme

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

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

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

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

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

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