Luyện nghe bài hát I Have a Song to Sing, O!

I a song to sing, O
(Sing me song, O)
It is sung to the moon by a love-lorn
Who from the mocking throng-o

It's the song of a man moping mum
Whose was sad and his glance was glum
Who sipped no sup and who craved no
As he for the love of a lady

Hey-di, hey-di, me, lack-a-day-de
He no sup and he craved no crumb
As he for the love of a lady

I a song to sing, O
(What is song, O?)
It is sung with the of the songs maids sing
Who loved a love life-long-o
It's a song of a merry maid pearly
Who loved a and who laughed aloud

At the moan of the man moping mum
soul was sad and his glance was glum
Who sipped no sup and who craved no
As he for the love of a lady

Hey-di, hey-di, misery me,
He sipped no sup and he no crumb
As he sighed for the love of a

I have a to sing, O
(Sing me song, O)
It is sung to the knell of a church-yard
And a doleful ding-dong O

It's a of a popinjay bravely born
Who turned up his nose with scorn
At the humble maid pearly proud
Who loved a and who laughed aloud

At the of a merry man moping mum
Whose soul was sad and glance was glum
Who sipped no sup and who craved no
As he sighed for the love of a

Hey-di, hey-di, me, lack-a-day-de
He sipped no sup and he craved no
As he sighed for the of a lady

I a song to sing, O
(I a song to sing)
I a song to sing, O

It is sung with a sigh and a in the eye
For it tells of a wrong-o
It's a song of the merry maid so gay
Who turned on her heel and tripped

From the peacock bravely born
who turned up his nose with scorn
At the humble that he did not prize
So she on her knees with downcast eyes

For the love of the man moping mum
Whose soul was sad and his was glum
Who sipped no sup and who no crumb
As he sighed for the of a lady

Hey-di, hey-di, misery me,
His pains were o'er and he no more
For he lived in the of a lady

Hey-di,
His pains were o'er and he sighed no
For he lived in the of a lady