Luyện nghe bài hát Harris And The Mare

Harris and the
By: Stan
Harris, my old friend, good to see your 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 quiet of stout
And a or two with neighbors in the room
But Clary, he came in, as drunk and wild as sin
And swore the wife would leave the place him
But the wife as quick as thought said, "No, bloody not"
Then
k the a blow about the head
He his ugly paw, and he lashed her on the jaw
And she fell onto the floor like she were
Now Harris, well you know, I've never struck an angry
Nor would I a friend who raised 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 'round and his throat
And beat his head upon the parlor
He dragged out an awful knife, and he roared "I'll your
life"
And he me and I fell onto the floor
Now blood I was neck to thigh, bloody 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 with the wife as cold as clay I carried her
No hand was to help us through the door
And I've her half a mile, but I've had to rest a while
And none of them I'll a friend no more
For when the knife down,
I was helpless on the
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, fetch thy mare, and take us out of
In my nine and years I've never

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