Luyện nghe bài hát Harris And The Mare

Harris and the
By: Rodgers
Harris, my old friend, good to see face again
More welcome, though, yon trap and old mare
For the wife is in a swoon, and I am all
Harris, fetch thy and take us home
The and I came o
ut for a glass of stout
And a word or two with neighbors in the
But young Clary, he came in, as and wild as sin
And the wife would leave the place with him
But the wife as quick as thought said, "No, bloody not"
struc
k the a blow about the head
He raised his ugly paw, and he her on the jaw
And she onto the floor like she were dead
Now Harris, well you know, I've never struck an angry
Nor would I keep a friend who 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 and took his throat
And beat his upon the parlor 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 knife was in his and he
o'er
Now the wife as cold as clay I carried her away
No hand was raised to 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 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 stand
Please, Harris, fetch thy mare, take us
Oh, Harris, fetch thy mare, and us out of here
In my and fifty years I've never

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