Luyện nghe bài hát Harris And The Mare

Harris and the
By: Stan
Harris, my old friend, good to see face again
welcome, though, yon trap and that old mare
For the wife is in a swoon, and I am all
Harris, fetch thy mare and us home
The and I came o
ut for a quiet of stout
And a word or two with neighbors in the
But young Clary, he came in, as drunk and as sin
And swore the wife 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 his ugly paw, and he lashed her on the jaw
And she fell the floor like 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, 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 took his
And beat his head the parlor door
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 neck to thigh, bloody murder 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
o'er
Now with the wife as cold as clay I carried her
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 them I'll call a no more
For the knife came down,
I was on the ground
No neighbor 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 years I've never

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