Luyện nghe bài hát Harris And The Mare

Harris and the
By: Rodgers
Harris, my old friend, good to see your face
welcome, though, yon trap and that old mare
For the is in a swoon, and I am all alone
Harris, fetch thy mare and take us
The and I came 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 the wife would leave the place with him
But the wife as quick as thought said, "No, I'll not"
struc
k the brute a blow the head
He raised his paw, and he lashed her on the jaw
And she fell onto the floor she were dead
Now Harris, well you know, I've 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 parlor
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 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 the ground
And the was in his breast and he
rolled
Now with the wife as cold as clay I carried her
No was raised 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 call a 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 stand
Please, Harris, thy mare, take us home
Oh, Harris, fetch thy mare, and us out of here
In my nine and fifty I've never

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