Luyện nghe bài hát Harris And The Mare

Harris and the
By: Stan
Harris, my old friend, good to see your face
More welcome, though, yon and that old mare
For the wife is in a swoon, and I am all
Harris, fetch thy mare and take us
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 wife would the place with him
But the as quick as thought said, "No, I'll bloody not"
Then
k the brute a blow about the
He raised his ugly paw, and he her on the jaw
And she fell onto the like she were dead
Now Harris, you know, I've never struck 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 this
But I had to see his to be a man
I grabbed him by his coat, him 'round and took his throat
And beat his upon the parlor door
He out an awful knife, and he roared "I'll have your
life"
And he stuck me and I onto the floor
Now I was from neck to thigh, bloody murder in his eye
As he out "I'll finish you for sure"
But as the knife came down, I lashed out from the
And the knife was in his and he
rolled
Now with the wife as cold as I carried her away
No hand was to help us through the door
And brought her half a mile, but I've had to rest a while
And none of them I'll a friend no more
For when the came down,
I was helpless on the
No neighbor stayed his hand, I was
By God, I was a man, but now I stand
Please, Harris, fetch thy mare, us home
Oh, Harris, fetch thy mare, and take us out of
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