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
Through all the storms of his career few he had missed
His tale was wrote from ear to ear, and he looked this:

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

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

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

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

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

At that moment Hirem attained enlightenment.

Come on said Hirem much
Let's see what's this road
His troop were dropping, wearily
men of no a bode
Just then a Hirem spied
their hearts were with bliss
Like long friends who meet again
they fondly like this
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
They all ate breakfast every day, happily cows.