Luyện nghe bài hát Brennan on the Moor

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