Luyện nghe bài hát Hirem Pawnitof / Fairies' Hornpipe

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

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

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

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

His glasses upon his nose the map he carefully sussed
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 yards when a they did spy
They smacked their lips hunger keen - my kingdom for a pie
The peddlar twinkled once or
Not one did he say
With snake-like he shouted 'pie'
and he struck him on the with the tray

At moment Hirem Pawnitof attained enlightenment.

Come on said Hirem much
Let's see what's down road
His troop dropping, wearily stooping
men of no a bode
Just then a Hirem spied
their were filled with bliss
Like long 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 we heard they all lived there
doing the law allows
all ate breakfast every day, happily growing cows.