Luyện nghe bài hát John Barbour

What you, my daughter dear?
eyes, they are so dim
Have you had any sore
Or yet been with a man?

I have not had any sore
But I what's ailing me
I am thinking of my own true
Who plow the sea
He sloughs the sea

He a Lord or a or a knight
Or a man of and fame?
Or is he one of my lads
Come me now his name

He is no Lord, no duke nor
Nor a man of or fame
He is one of your sailor
And John Barbour is his

Now if Barbour is his name
A lowly man is he
He said, "If Barbour is his name
Then that he'll be
Then hanged that be"

Then he called his all
By one, by two, by
Barbour was the first he called
But the last down was he

When he came a down
He was clothed all in
His cheeks were the roses red
His were ivory bright

He paid wages with a smile
And Barbour he did see
He said, "If I was a as I am a man
My bed you would be"

Will you my daughter Jane?
And her by the hand
And will you and dine with me
And take of all my lands

Yes, I will your daughter Jane
And I'll her by the hand
And I will and dine with you
But to hell with all land

For if you can give her one piece
Then I can her three
For I'm called John
And I've the raging sea
plow the raging sea
I've the raging sea