Luyện nghe bài hát Henry My Son

You it may seem hard to imagine
But once upon a people didn't have
Any such thing as television, have any radios
And if you to have any music
You had to make it yourself

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

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

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

have you been all the day, Randall my son?
Where have you been all the day, my one?
I've been to my sweetheart,
been to my sweetheart, mother
Mother, make my bed soon, for I'm to my heart
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 it a different way
Everybody knows these different ways it seems
He says, he was a kid, all the, all the kids used to sing it

have you been all the day, Henry my boy?
Where have you all the day, my pride and joy?
In the woods, dear
In the woods, dear
be quick, I got to be sick and lay me down to die

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

did you eat in the woods 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, Henry my
color was those eels, my pride and joy?
Green and
and yeller
Mother be quick, I got to be and lay me down to die

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

What color 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