Luyện nghe bài hát Hirem Pawnitof / Fairies' Hornpipe

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

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

His purse was lined empty air, his wherewithall was low
The last good to pad his lag was 40 years ago
His motley band were out of hand, their breakfast had missed
Then two hove into view
And he challenged them this.

The stranger turned to his lady
A smile on his lips
the deal, are they for real
they've been too many trips
No gold need we, we free, here's something we won't miss
A treasure map Gabby the Flap
And he gave it him like

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

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

At that moment Pawnitof attained enlightenment.

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