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 love fell off to
I had a bottle of wine which my true love did not know
And there I poisoned that little girl down by the banks below

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

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