Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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