Luyện nghe bài hát Down In The Willow Garden

Down in the willow where me and my love did meet
There we sat a-courting my fell off to sleep
I had a bottle of burgundy wine which my love did not know
And I poisoned that dear little girl down by the banks below

I my saber through her which was a bloody knife
I threw her in the which was an awful sight
My father often told me that money would set me
If I would murder that dear little miss whose was Rose Connelly

Now he by his old cabin door a wiping his tear-brimmed eyes
Mourning for his son out on the scaffold high
My race is run the sun the devil is waiting for me
For I did that dear little girl whose name was Rose Connelly