Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Davey

Black Davey come ridin' on back
A loud and merry
Made the around him ring
And he the heart of a lady
Charmed the heart of a
How old are you, my little miss
How old are you, my
She to him with a lovin' smile
"I'll be come Sunday
Be sixteen Sunday"

Come and go with me, my little miss
Come and go me, my honey
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 ride off together
both go off together

Well she pulled off high-heeled shoes
Made of Leather
Got behind him on his
And they off together
They both off together

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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