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 wife is in a swoon, and I am all
Harris, fetch thy mare and us home
The wife and I o
ut for a quiet glass of
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 place him
But the wife as quick as thought said, "No, I'll not"
Then
k the a blow about the head
He raised his paw, and he lashed her on the jaw
And she fell onto the floor like she 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, 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 knife, and he roared "I'll have your
life"
And he stuck me and I fell the floor
Now I was from neck 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 from the
And the was in his breast and he
rolled
Now with the wife as as clay I carried her away
No was raised to help us through the door
And I've brought her half a mile, but had to rest a while
And none of them call a friend no more
For when the knife 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, thy mare, take us home
Oh, Harris, fetch thy mare, and take us out of
In my nine and years I've never

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