Luyện nghe bài hát Blackjack Davey

Black Davey come a-ridin' on back
loud and merry
Made the woods around him
And he charmed the of a lady
Charmed the of a lady

"How old are you, my pretty little
How old are you, my honey?"
She to him with a lovin' smile
"I'll be come Sunday
Be come Sunday"

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

"Pull off, off them high-heeled shoes
All made of leather
Get behind me on my
And we'll ride off
We'll go off together"

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

At night the came home
Inquiring about this
The spoke before she thought
"She's been with Jack Dave
Rode off Black Jack Davey"

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, I've forsaken my house and
And I'll forsake my
forsake my husband, too
For the love of Black Jack
Love my Black Davey"

"Last I slept in a feather bed
my husband and baby
Tonight I lay on the banks
In the arms of Jack Davey
my Black Jack Davey"