Luyện nghe bài hát Hirem Pawnitof / Fairies' Hornpipe

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

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

His was lined with empty 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 had missed
travellers two hove into view
And he challenged them this.

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

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 waved the band but they did not see them go
Hirem got his compass out, said follow me lads, Ho

Then had not gone but 20 yards a pieman they 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 him on the head with the tray

At that moment Hirem attained enlightenment.

on said Hirem laughing much
Let's see what's down this
His troop were dropping, stooping
men of no a bode
then a milkmaid Hirem spied
their hearts were with bliss
Like long lost who meet again
they kissed like this
I a man around the place
the milkmaid 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 every day, happily cows.