Luyện nghe bài hát Harris And The Mare

Harris and the
By: Rodgers
Harris, my old friend, good to see your face
More welcome, though, yon trap and old mare
For the wife is in a swoon, and I am all
Harris, thy mare and take us home
The and I came o
ut for a quiet of stout
And a word or two with in the room
But Clary, he came in, as drunk and wild as sin
And swore the wife would leave the with him
But the wife as quick as thought said, "No, bloody not"
Then
k the brute a blow the head
He raised his ugly paw, and he her on the jaw
And she fell onto the floor like she were
Now Harris, well you know, never struck an angry blow
Nor would I keep a friend who his hand
I was a con
scie in the war, cryin' the hell's this for?
But I had to see his to be a man
I grabbed him by his coat, spun him and took his throat
And beat his head 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 neck to thigh, bloody murder in his eye
As he out "I'll finish you for sure"
But as the came down, I lashed out from the ground
And the knife was in his and he
rolled
Now with the wife as as clay I carried her away
No was raised to help us through the door
And I've brought her a mile, but I've had to rest a while
And none of them I'll a friend no more
For the knife came down,
I was on the ground
No neighbor stayed his hand, I was
By God, I was a man, but now I cannot
Please, Harris, fetch thy mare, us home
Oh, Harris, thy mare, and take us out of here
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