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

A-rovin' on a winter's
And a-drinkin' old wine,
about that pretty little girl,
That this heart of mine.
She is like a bud of rose,
That blooms in the of June.
Or like some instrument,
just been lately tuned.
Perhaps it's a trip to some land,
A to France or Spain,
But if I should go ten miles,
I'm a-comin' again.
And it's a-gonna shoe your poor little feet,

Who's glove your little hands?
Who's a-gonna your sweet little lips,
Honey, who's be your man?
I you till the sea runs dry,
And the all melt in the sun.
I love you the day I die,
Though you will be my own.
on a winter's night
And good old wine,
Thinkin' that pretty little girl,
That this heart of mine.