Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

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

The lot it fell first 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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