Luyện nghe bài hát Hirem Pawnitof / Fairies' Hornpipe

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

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

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

The stranger turned to his lady
A played on his lips
What's the deal, are for real
they've been taking too trips
No gold need we, we travel free, 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 robber's eye filled with surprise, there's in it for us
The strangers the band goodbye but they did not see them go
Hirem got his compass out, follow me lads, Westard Ho

Then had not gone but 20 yards when a 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 snake-like he shouted 'pie'
and he struck him on the head with the

At that moment Pawnitof attained enlightenment.

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