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

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

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

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

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

At the of the merry man moping mum
Whose was sad and his glance was glum
Who sipped no sup and who no crumb
As he for the love of a lady

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

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

a song of a popinjay bravely born
Who turned up his nose with scorn
At the humble merry pearly proud
Who a Lord and who laughed aloud

At the moan of a merry man mum
Whose soul was sad and whose was glum
Who sipped no sup and who craved no
As he sighed for the of a lady

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

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

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

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

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

Hey-di, hey-di, me, lack-a-day-de
His pains were and he sighed no more
For he lived in the love of a

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