Luyện nghe bài hát Harris And The Mare

Harris and the
By: Rodgers
Harris, my old friend, good to see your again
More welcome, though, yon trap and 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 glass of stout
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 quick as thought said, "No, I'll not"
struc
k the brute a about the head
He raised his 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 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 took his
And beat his head upon the door
He dragged out an awful knife, and he roared "I'll have
life"
And he stuck me and I fell onto the
Now blood I was from neck to thigh, bloody 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 was in his breast and he
rolled
Now with the wife as cold as I carried her away
No hand was raised to help us through the
And brought her half a mile, but I've had to rest a while
And none of I'll call a friend no more
For the knife 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, thy mare, take us home
Oh, Harris, fetch thy mare, and 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, thy mare take us home