Luyện nghe bài hát Brennan on the Moor

Tis of a young highwayman this story I will tell
His name was Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell
It was on the Kilwood Mountain he commenced his wild
And many a nobleman before him shook with fear
It was Brennan on the moor, on the moor
Bold, brave and undaunted was young on the moor
One day the highway as young Willie he went down
He met the mayor of a mile outside of town
The he knew his features and he said, Young man, said he
Your name is Brennan, you must come along with me
Now Brennan's wife had gone to town for to buy
And she saw her Willie she commenced to weep and cry
Said, Hand to me that tenpenny, as as Willie spoke
She him a blunderbuss from underneath her cloak
Now with this loaded blunderbuss - the I will unfold -
He the mayor to tremble and he robbed him of his gold
One hundred pounds was for his apprehension there
So he, with horse and to the mountains did repair
Now Brennan being an outlaw upon the mountains
With and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted he was cruelly betrayed
They hanged Brennan at the crossroads, in chains he hung and
But still they say that, in the night, do see him ride
see him with his blunderbuss, all in the midnight chill
Along, along the highway rides Willie Brennan still!