Luyện nghe bài hát Down In The Willow Garden

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

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

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