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 chased
To where the was barred

One fine young horse
Refused the fence to
I the gate but she did wait
Until the pack had

Crop handle carved in bone, sat high upon a
Of English leather
The Queen of all the pack, this raised his hat
And talked the weather

All should be about
This born hunting girl
She this simple man's downfall in hand
I raised the flag she unfurled

Boot flashing
And spur necks the of my thumb
This highborn
Had tastes as as they come, come

passion, I took the bit in my teeth
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 to acts refined
If how it goes
Oh, high born hunting
I'm just a normal low so and so
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh