Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

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

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

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

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

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

Come lower your tops'l and brail up mizz'n
And bring your under my lee
Or I will give you a full cannon
Cannon ball, cannon
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 us our rich merchant goods
Merchant goods, merchant
Nor our bold guns to the sea

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

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