Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

There were brothers in merry Scotland
In Scotland there were three
And they did cast which of them should go
go, should go
And turn robber all on the 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 his two brothers and he

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

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

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

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

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

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

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