Luyện nghe bài hát Harris And The Mare

Harris and the
By: Stan
Harris, my old friend, good to see face again
More welcome, though, yon and that old mare
For the is in a swoon, and I am all alone
Harris, fetch thy mare and us home
The and I came o
ut for a quiet glass of
And a word or two neighbors in the room
But young Clary, he came in, as drunk and as sin
And swore the would leave the place with him
But the wife as as thought said, "No, I'll bloody not"
struc
k the brute a about the head
He his ugly paw, and he lashed her on the jaw
And she fell the floor like she were dead
Now Harris, well you know, I've never an angry blow
Nor would I keep a who raised his hand
I was a con
scie in the war, cryin' what the hell's for?
But I had to see his to be a man
I him by his coat, spun him 'round and took his throat
And his head upon the parlor door
He dragged out an knife, and he roared "I'll have your
life"
And he stuck me and I fell the floor
Now I was from neck to thigh, bloody murder in his eye
As he shouted out "I'll you for sure"
But as the knife came down, I lashed out the ground
And the was in his breast and he
rolled
Now with the wife as as clay I carried her away
No was raised to help us through the door
And brought her half a mile, but I've had to rest a while
And none of them call a friend no more
For when the knife down,
I was helpless on the
No neighbor his hand, I was alone
By God, I was a man, but now I stand
Please, Harris, fetch thy mare, take us
Oh, Harris, fetch thy mare, and take us out of
In my nine and fifty years I've

That to myself a man, for my loved one I must stand
Now Harris, fetch thy take us home