Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

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

The lot it fell first upon Henry
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 long winter's
And a of a short winter's day
When he espied a lofty ship
Lofty ship, lofty
Come bibbing down on him way

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

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

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

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

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

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