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 fled from the mocking

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 the ring of the songs maids sing
Who loved with a life-long-o
It's a song of a merry pearly proud
Who loved a Lord and who aloud

At the moan 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,
He no sup and he craved no crumb
As he sighed for the of a lady

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

It's a song of a bravely born
Who turned up his noble with scorn
At the merry maid pearly proud
Who loved a Lord and who aloud

At the moan of a merry man mum
Whose soul was sad and whose glance was
Who no sup and who craved no crumb
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 have a to sing, O
(I have a to sing)
I have a to sing, O

It is sung with a sigh and a in the eye
For it tells of a righted
It's a song of the maid once so gay
Who turned on her and tripped away

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

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

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

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