Luyện nghe bài hát Harris And The Mare

Harris and the
By: Rodgers
Harris, my old friend, good to see your again
More welcome, though, yon trap and old mare
For the is in a swoon, and I am all alone
Harris, fetch thy mare and us home
The and I came o
ut for a quiet of stout
And a or two with neighbors in the room
But young Clary, he in, as drunk and wild as sin
And swore the would leave the place with him
But the wife as quick as thought said, "No, I'll not"
Then
k the a blow about the head
He raised his ugly paw, and he her on the jaw
And she fell onto the floor she were dead
Now Harris, well you know, never struck an angry blow
Nor would I keep a friend who raised his
I was a con
scie in the war, cryin' what the hell's 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 upon the parlor door
He dragged out an knife, and he roared "I'll have your
life"
And he stuck me and I onto the floor
Now blood I was from neck to thigh, murder in his eye
As he shouted out "I'll you for sure"
But as the came down, I lashed out from the ground
And the was in his breast and he
o'er
Now the wife as cold as clay I carried her away
No was raised to help us through the door
And I've brought her half a mile, but I've had to a while
And none of them I'll call a friend no
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 cannot
Please, Harris, fetch thy mare, take us
Oh, Harris, thy mare, and take 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, thy mare take us home