Luyện nghe bài hát Hunting Girl

One day I the roads and crossed a field to go
By where the ran hard
And on the master raced behind the hunters
To where the was barred

One fine lady's horse
Refused the fence to
I the gate but she did wait
the pack had disappeared

Crop carved in bone, sat high upon a throne
Of finest English
The Queen of all the pack, this joker his hat
And talked the weather

All be warned about
This high born hunting
She took this simple man's in hand
I raised the flag she unfurled

leather flashing
And necks the size of my thumb
highborn hunter
Had tastes as strange as they come,

Unbridled passion, I took the bit in my
Her over me on my knees underneath, underneath

My lady, be discrete, I must get to my
And go to the farm
Whilst I appreciate you are no
I might do harm

I'm not inclined to acts
If that's how it
Oh, born hunting girl
I'm a normal low born so and so
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh