Luyện nghe bài hát Henry My Son

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

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

But you'd be surprised, in almost family
It seemed like there'd be somebody who could sing a
Or tell a story or tell a 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 got to stand nearest to the fire
So he decided that if he wants to warm
He learn how to play the fiddle
And they'd sing old ballads you know, like

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

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

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

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

What did you eat in the woods all day, Henry my
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, my boy?
What color was eels, my pride and joy?
and yeller
Green and
Mother be quick, I got to be sick and lay me to die

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

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