Luyện nghe bài hát Henry My Son

You it may seem hard to imagine
But once upon a people didn't have
Any thing as television, didn't 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 somebody else make music for them
And you might not think it be very good music
Everybody making own music

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

have you been all the day, Randall my son?
Where have you been all the day, my one?
been to my sweetheart, mother
I've been to my sweetheart,
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 last November over in
And he said he knew it a way
Everybody knows these 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 all the day, my pride and joy?
In the woods, dear
In the woods, mother
be quick, I got to be sick 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, dear
Ate, dear
be quick, I got to be sick and lay me down to die

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

What color was those eels, my boy?
What was those 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 eels snakes, my saveloy
Urgh, mother
Urgh, mother
Mother be quick, I got to be and lay me down to die

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