Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

There were brothers in merry Scotland
In merry Scotland were 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 Martin
The youngest of all the
That he should turn all on the salt sea
sea, the salt 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
When he espied a stout ship
Lofty ship, ship
bibbing down on him straight way

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

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

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

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

Then broadside and and at it they went
For fully two hours or
Till Henry Martin gave to them
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 vessel and she's cast away
Cast away, cast
And all of her merry men