Luyện nghe bài hát Brennan on the Moor

Tis of a young highwayman this story I will tell
His name was Willie Brennan and in he did dwell
It was on the Kilwood Mountain he his wild career
And many a wealthy nobleman him shook with fear
It was Brennan on the moor, Brennan on the
Bold, brave and undaunted was young Brennan on the
One day upon the as young Willie he went down
He met the mayor of Cashiell a mile outside of
The mayor he knew his features and he said, man, said he
Your name is Willie Brennan, you must come along me
Now Brennan's had gone to town provisions for to buy
And when she saw her Willie she commenced to and cry
Said, Hand to me that tenpenny, as soon as spoke
She handed him a blunderbuss from her cloak
Now with this loaded blunderbuss - the truth I will -
He made the mayor to and he robbed him of his gold
One pounds was offered for his apprehension there
So he, horse 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 laughed at them with scorn at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman he was betrayed
They hanged Brennan at the crossroads, in chains he hung and
But they say that, in the night, some do see him ride
They see him his blunderbuss, all in the midnight chill
Along, along the King's highway rides Willie still!