Luyện nghe bài hát Harris And The Mare

Harris and the
By: Stan
Harris, my old friend, good to see face again
welcome, though, yon trap and that 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 or two with 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 as quick as thought said, "No, I'll bloody not"
Then
k the brute a blow the head
He raised his paw, and he lashed her on the jaw
And she fell onto the floor like she were
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 this for?
But I had to see his to be a man
I grabbed him by his coat, spun him 'round and his throat
And beat his head upon the door
He dragged out an awful knife, and he roared "I'll your
life"
And he stuck me and I fell onto the
Now blood I was from neck to thigh, 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
rolled
Now with the wife as cold as clay I carried her
No was raised to help us through the door
And I've her half a mile, but I've had to rest a while
And none of I'll call a friend no more
For when the came down,
I was helpless on the
No stayed his hand, I was alone
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 call myself a man, for my loved one I must
Now Harris, fetch thy take us home