Luyện nghe bài hát Georgie

As I walked out London bridge
One morning early,
I overheard a fair pretty
Was for her Geordie.

Ah, my will be hanged in a golden chain,
not the chain of many
He was born of royal breed
And lost to a lady.

Go bridle me my milk steed,
Go me my pony,
I will ride to court
To plead for the of my Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie never nor cow nor calf,
He never any,
Stole sixteen of the king's deer,
And he them in Bohenny.

Two pretty have I born,
The lies in my body,
I'd freely part with every one
If spare the life of Geordie.

The looked over his left shoulder,
He fair maid I'm sorry
He fair maid you must be gone
For I pardon Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie will be in a golden chain,
'Tis not the of many,
Stole sixteen of the royal deer
And he sold in Bohenny.