Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Davey

Black Jack come ridin' on back
A loud and merry
Made the woods around him
And he the heart 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 lovin'
"I'll be come Sunday
Be come Sunday"

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

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

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

At night the boss came
Inquiring about his
The servant before she thought
"She's been Black Jack Davey
Rode off Black Jack Davey"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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