Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

There were three in merry Scotland
In merry Scotland there three
And did cast lots which of them should go
go, should go
And turn robber all on the sea

The lot it fell first upon Henry
The youngest of all the
That he turn robber all on the salt sea
Salt sea, the sea
For to maintain his two and he

had not been sailing but a long winter's night
And a part of a winter's day
he espied a stout lofty ship
Lofty ship, ship
bibbing down on him straight way

"Hello, hello", cried Henry
What you sail so nigh?
I'm a rich ship bound for fair London Town
London Town, Town
Would you please for to let me by?

"Oh no, oh no", cried Henry
This thing it could be
For I have turned all on the salt sea
Salt sea, the sea.
For to maintain my two and me

Come your tops'l and brail up your mizz'n
And bring your under my lee
Or I will give you a full cannon
Cannon ball, ball
And all your bodies drown in the salt sea

Oh no, we won't our lofty topsail
Nor bring our under your lee
And you shan't take us our rich merchant goods
Merchant goods, merchant
Nor point our guns to the sea

Then broadside and broadside and at it went
For two hours or three
Till Henry Martin to them deathshot
The deathshot, the
And straight to the went she

Bad news, bad news to old England
Bad news to London Town
There's been a rich vessel and she's cast
away, cast away
And all of her merry men