Luyện nghe bài hát Green Grow the Rashes

There's not much on every hand
And every hour passes-oh
What the life of man
If it were not for the

Green the rashes-oh
Green grow the
The hours that 'ere I spent
I among the lasses-oh

The man may riches, chase
And still may find them-oh
But when at last he'll catch fast
His heart can ne'er enjoy

Oh nature wears the loveliest
Her noblest work she
Her practiced hand she on man
And then, she made the

Instrumental (fiddle)

The down bed, the bed
The bed the rashes-oh
The softest bed is ne'er so as
The bellies of the

Instrumental (guitar)

And so hours, I am afraid
Are hard I am tipsy-oh
But I'm a king in
When a wanton gypsy-oh

grow the rashes-oh
Green the rashes-oh
I'm a king in
with a wanton gypsy-oh