Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

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

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

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

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

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

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

Oh no, we lower our lofty topsail
Nor our ship under your lee
And you shan't from 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 to them deathshot
The deathshot, the
And straight to the bottom she

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