Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Davey

Black Jack come ridin' on back
A whistlin' and merry
Made the around him ring
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 a lovin' smile
"I'll be come Sunday
Be come Sunday"

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

Pull off, pull off high-heeled shoes
All of Spanish leather
Get behind me on my
And we'll ride off
We'll both go off

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

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

Well, saddle for me my coal-black
He's than the gray
I rode all day and I'll ride all
And overtake my lady
I'll bring my lady

Well, he rode all night till the daylight
Till he came to a river
And there he spied his bride
In the arms of Black Davey
Wrapped up with Black Davey

Pull off, pull off long blue gloves
All made of the finest
Give to me your hand
And go home together
We'll both go together

Well, she pulled off long blue gloves
All made of the finest
Gave to him her hand
And said forever
Bid farewell

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

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

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