Luyện nghe bài hát Brennan on the Moor

Tis of a brave young highwayman story I will tell
His name was Brennan and in Ireland he did dwell
It was on the Kilwood Mountain he commenced his career
And many a wealthy before him shook with fear
It was Brennan on the moor, on the moor
Bold, brave and was young Brennan on the moor
One day the highway as young Willie he went down
He met the mayor of Cashiell a outside of town
The mayor he knew his features and he said, Young man, he
Your is Willie Brennan, you must come along with me
Now wife had gone to town provisions for to buy
And when she saw her she commenced to weep and cry
Said, Hand to me tenpenny, as soon as Willie spoke
She handed him a blunderbuss underneath her cloak
Now with this loaded - the truth 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 an outlaw upon the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry to take him did try
He laughed at them scorn until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted he was cruelly betrayed
They hanged at the crossroads, in chains he hung and dried
But still say that, in the night, some do see him ride
see him with his blunderbuss, all in the midnight chill
Along, along the King's highway Willie Brennan still!