Luyện nghe bài hát A Bunch of Thyme

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

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

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

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

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

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