Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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