Luyện nghe bài hát Hirem Pawnitof / Fairies' Hornpipe

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

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

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

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

His glasses perched his nose the map he carefully sussed
Each robber's eye with surprise, there's gold in it for us
The strangers the band goodbye 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 with hunger keen - my kingdom for a pie
The peddlar once or twice
Not one did he say
snake-like eyes he shouted 'pie'
and he struck him on the 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, stooping
men of no a bode
Just then a milkmaid Hirem
their hearts were filled bliss
Like long lost who meet again
they fondly like this
I a man around the place
the milkmaid breathed charm
And Hirem twirled his mustache and took her by the arm
The we heard they all lived there
doing the law allows
They all ate breakfast every day, happily cows.