Luyện nghe bài hát Hirem Pawnitof / Fairies' Hornpipe

It's of a famous highwayman a story I will
His was Hirem Pawnitof, in bread 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 like

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

His was lined with empty air, his wherewithall was low
The last good to pad his lag was 40 years ago
His band were out of hand, their breakfast they had missed
Then travellers two 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 taking too trips
No gold need we, we travel free, something we won't miss
A treasure map from Gabby the
And he it him like this:

His glasses perched upon his nose the map he carefully
Each robber's eye filled surprise, there's gold in it for us
The strangers waved the band but they 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 with keen - my kingdom for a pie
The peddlar once or twice
Not one did he say
With eyes he shouted 'pie'
and he him on the head with the tray

At moment Hirem Pawnitof attained enlightenment.

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