Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

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

The lot it fell first upon Martin
The of all the three
That he should turn robber all on the 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 lofty ship
Lofty ship, lofty
Come bibbing on him straight way

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

"Oh no, oh no", Henry 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 your tops'l and brail up your mizz'n
And bring your under my lee
Or I will give you a full cannon
Cannon ball, cannon
And all your dear bodies drown in the sea

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

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

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