Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

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

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

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

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

"Oh no, oh no", Henry Martin
This thing it could be
For I have robber all on the salt sea
sea, the salt sea.
For to my two brothers and me

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

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

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

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