Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

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

The lot it fell upon Henry Martin
The youngest of all the
That he should turn robber all on the sea
sea, the salt sea
For to his two brothers and he

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

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

"Oh no, oh no", Henry Martin
This it never could be
For I turned robber all on the salt sea
sea, the salt sea.
For to my two brothers and me

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

Oh no, we won't lower our lofty
Nor bring our ship under lee
And you shan't take from us our merchant goods
goods, merchant goods
Nor point our bold to the sea

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

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