Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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