Luyện nghe bài hát Hirem Pawnitof / Fairies' Hornpipe

It's of a famous highwayman a story I will
His name was Hirem Pawnitof, in street he did dwell
all the storms of his career few troubles he had missed
His tale was wrote from ear to ear, and he looked this:

Throughout the land his gallant band in many a song did
With Biceps dead, and Pretty Boy fled, and claimed Bill Star
Though the best are gone, he still rides from Leeds to Bar
Weedy and few his crew
And they are:

His was lined with empty air, his wherewithall was low
The last good swag to pad his lag was 40 ago
His motley band were out of hand, their they had missed
travellers two hove into view
And he them like this.

The stranger turned to his fair
A played on his lips
the deal, are they for real
they've been too many trips
No gold we, we travel free, here's something we won't miss
A map from Gabby the Flap
And he it him like this:

His glasses perched upon his the map he carefully sussed
robber's eye filled with surprise, there's gold in it for us
The strangers waved the band goodbye but did not see them go
got his compass out, said follow me lads, Westard Ho

Then had not gone but 20 when a pieman they did spy
They smacked their lips hunger keen - my kingdom for a pie
The peddlar twinkled or twice
Not one did he say
snake-like eyes he shouted 'pie'
and he struck him on the head with the

At that Hirem Pawnitof attained enlightenment.

Come on said laughing much
Let's see what's down this
His were dropping, wearily stooping
men of no a bode
Just a milkmaid Hirem spied
their hearts were with bliss
Like long lost who meet again
fondly kissed like this
I a man around the place
the breathed with charm
And twirled his long mustache and took her by the arm
The last we they all lived there
doing what the law
They all ate breakfast day, happily growing cows.