Luyện nghe bài hát Harris And The Mare

Harris and the
By: Rodgers
Harris, my old friend, to see your 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 wife and I o
ut for a quiet of stout
And a word or two with neighbors in the
But Clary, he came in, as drunk and wild as sin
And swore the would leave the place with him
But the wife as quick as said, "No, I'll bloody not"
Then
k the a blow about the head
He raised his paw, and he lashed her on the jaw
And she fell onto the floor she were dead
Now Harris, you know, I've never struck an angry blow
Nor I keep a friend who raised his hand
I was a con
scie in the war, cryin' what the hell's this
But I had to see his to be a man
I grabbed him by his coat, spun him 'round and his throat
And his head upon the parlor door
He dragged out an awful knife, and he roared "I'll have
life"
And he stuck me and I fell the floor
Now blood I was from to thigh, bloody murder in his eye
As he shouted out "I'll you for sure"
But as the knife came down, I out from the ground
And the knife was in his and he
o'er
Now with the as cold as clay I carried her away
No hand was raised to help us the door
And I've brought her a mile, but I've had to rest a while
And none of them call a friend no more
For the knife came 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, thy mare, and take us out of here
In my and fifty years I've never

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