Luyện nghe bài hát Jack-A-Roe

There was a merchant
In London he did
He had a daughter
The truth to you tell
Oh, truth to you tell

She had sweethearts
And men of degree
There was but Jack the sailor
Her true e're would be
Oh, her love e're could be

Now Jackie's gone
With trouble on his
To leave his native
And his darling behind
Oh, his darling girl

She into a tailor shop
And dressed in men's
And stepped on board a
To herself away
Oh, convey herself

Well before you on board, sir
Your I'd like to know
She smiled all in her
call me Jackaroe
Oh, they call me

Your waist is and slender
fingers are neat and small
And your too red and rosy
To face the
Oh, to the cannon-ball

Well, I know my waist is
My are neat and small
But it would not me tremble
To see ten fall
Oh, to see ten fall

The war soon being
She all around
And among the dead and
Her darling boy she
Oh, her boy she found

She him up all in her arms
And carried him to the
And for a physician who
Quickly his wounds
Oh, who quickly his wounds

This couple they got
So well did they
couple they got married
So why not you and me?
Oh, so why not you and me?