Luyện nghe bài hát Henry My Son

You know it may seem hard to
But once upon a time people didn't
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 kings and
That could afford to have somebody else make for them
And you might not think it would be very good
Everybody making their own

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

One man told me he learned how to play the
Because he the fiddler always got to stand nearest to the fire
So he decided that if he to stay warm
He learn how to play the fiddle
And sing these old ballads you know, like

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

an old old song, very sad one
But I met a fellow November over in England
And he he knew it a different way
Everybody these songs different ways it seems
He says, he was a kid, all the, all the kids used to sing it

Where have you all the day, Henry my boy?
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 sick and lay me to die

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

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

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

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

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