Luyện nghe bài hát Henry My Son

You know it may hard to imagine
But once upon a time people have
Any such thing as television, have any radios
And if you to have any music
You just had to it yourself

It was only the and queens
That could afford to have somebody else make for them
And you might not think it would be very music
Everybody making own music

But you'd be surprised, in almost family
It seemed there'd be somebody who could sing a song
Or tell a story or a joke or something
And in the evening crowd around the fire
May be so warm

One man told me he learned how to play the
Because he noticed the fiddler always got to nearest to the fire
So he decided that if he wants to warm
He better how to play the fiddle
And they'd sing these old ballads you know,

Where have you been all the day, Randall my
have you been all the day, my pretty one?
I've to my sweetheart, mother
I've to my sweetheart, mother
Mother, make my bed soon, for I'm sick to my
And I fain would lie

That's an old old song, sad one
But I met a fellow November over in England
And he said he knew it a way
knows these songs different ways it seems
He says, when he was a kid, all the, all the kids to sing it

Where have you been all the day, Henry my
Where have you been all the day, my pride and
In the woods, mother
In the woods, mother
Mother be quick, I got to be and lay me down to die

What did you do in the all day, Henry my son?
What did you do in the woods all day, my pretty
Ate, mother
Ate, mother
Mother be quick, I got to be and lay me down to die

did you eat in the woods all day, Henry my boy?
What did you eat in the woods all day, my
Eels, dear
Eels, dear
Mother be quick, I got to be and lay me down to die

What color was those eels, Henry my
What color was eels, my pride and joy?
and yeller
Green and
Mother be quick, I got to be and lay me down to die

eels were snakes, Henry my boy
Those were snakes, my saveloy
Urgh, mother
Urgh, dear
Mother be quick, I got to be and lay me down to die

What color flowers you like, Henry my son?
What color flowers you like, my currant bun?
Green and
and yeller
Mother be quick, I got to be and lay me down to die