Luyện nghe bài hát Harris And The Mare

Harris and the
By: Stan
Harris, my old friend, to see your face again
More welcome, though, yon trap and old mare
For the is in a swoon, and I am all alone
Harris, fetch thy and take us home
The wife and I o
ut for a quiet of stout
And a word or two with in the room
But young Clary, he came in, as drunk and as sin
And swore the wife would leave the with him
But the wife as quick as thought said, "No, bloody not"
struc
k the a blow about the head
He his ugly paw, and he lashed her on the jaw
And she onto the floor like she were dead
Now Harris, well you know, I've never struck an blow
Nor would I a friend who raised his hand
I was a con
scie in the war, what the hell's 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 have
life"
And he stuck me and I onto the floor
Now blood I was from neck to thigh, murder in his eye
As he out "I'll finish you for sure"
But as the knife down, I lashed out from the ground
And the knife was in his and he
rolled
Now the wife as cold as clay I carried her away
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 of them I'll call a friend no more
For the knife came down,
I was helpless on the
No neighbor stayed his hand, I was
By God, I was a man, but now I cannot
Please, Harris, thy mare, take us home
Oh, Harris, fetch thy mare, and take us out of
In my nine and fifty I've never

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