Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Davey

Black Jack Davey come on back
A whistlin' loud and
Made the woods around him
And he charmed the of a lady
the heart of a lady
How old are you, my pretty little
How old are you, my
She answered to him with a smile
"I'll be come Sunday
Be sixteen Sunday"

and go with me, my pretty little miss
Come and go with me, my
Take you where the grass grows
You never want for money
You never will for money

off, pull off them high-heeled shoes
All made of Spanish
Get behind me on my
And we'll ride off
both go off together

Well she pulled off high-heeled shoes
of Spanish Leather
Got him on his horse
And they rode off
They rode off together

At night the came home
Inquiring his lady
The servant before she thought
"She's been with Jack Davey
off with Black Jack Davey"

Well, saddle for me my stud
He's than the gray
I all day and I'll ride all night
And I'll overtake my
I'll back my lady

Well, he rode all night till the broad
he came to a river ragin'
And there he spied his bride
In the arms of Black Jack
Wrapped up with Black Jack

Pull off, pull off long blue gloves
All of the finest leather
Give to me your lily-white
And we'll go home
We'll both go together

Well, she off them long blue gloves
All made of the leather
to him her lily-white hand
And said forever
Bid forever

Would you forsake your house and
Would you forsake your
you forsake your husband too
To go Black Jack Davey
Ride off Black Jack Davey?

Well, I'll forsake my and home
And I'll my baby
forsake my husband too
For the love of Jack Davey
Love my Jack Davey

Last night I slept in a bed
Between my and baby
I lay on the river banks
In the of Black Jack Davey
Love my Black Davey