Luyện nghe bài hát A-Rovin' On A Winter's Night

A-rovin' on a winter's
And a-drinkin' old wine,
about that pretty little girl,
That broke this of mine.
She is just a bud of rose,
That in the month of June.
Or some musical instrument,
just been lately tuned.

Perhaps it's a trip to foreign land,
A trip to or Spain,
But if I go ten thousand miles,
I'm home again.

And it's who's a-gonna shoe poor little feet,
a-gonna glove your little hands?
Who's a-gonna your sweet little lips,
Honey, who's a-gonna be man?

I you till the sea runs dry,
And the rocks all in the sun.
I you till the day I die,
Though you never be my own.

on a winter's night
And a-drinkin' old wine,
Thinkin' about that little girl,
That broke heart of mine.