Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Davey

Black Jack come ridin' on back
A whistlin' and merry
the woods around him ring
And he charmed the of a lady
Charmed the of a lady
How old are you, my little miss
How old are you, my
She answered to him with a lovin'
"I'll be sixteen Sunday
Be sixteen Sunday"

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

Pull off, pull off them shoes
All made of Spanish
Get behind me on my
And we'll ride off
We'll go off together

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

At the boss came home
Inquiring his lady
The servant spoke she thought
"She's been with Jack Davey
Rode off with Jack Davey"

Well, for me my coal-black stud
He's speedier than the
I rode all day and I'll ride all
And I'll my lady
bring back my lady

Well, he rode all night till the daylight
Till he came to a ragin'
And there he spied his darlin'
In the arms of Black Davey
up with Black Jack Davey

Pull off, pull off them long gloves
All of the finest leather
Give to me your hand
And we'll go together
We'll go home together

Well, she pulled off them long gloves
All made of the leather
Gave to him her lily-white
And said goodbye
Bid farewell

Would you forsake house and home
Would you forsake your
Would you forsake your too
To go with Black Davey
Ride off with Black Davey?

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

Last I slept in a feather bed
Between my husband and
Tonight I lay on the river
In the of Black Jack Davey
Love my Black Jack