Luyện nghe bài hát Henry My Son

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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