Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny Cope

Johnny
(Robert Burns)
Sir John Cope trode the north far,
Yet a rebel he cam naur,
Until he landed at
Right in a morning.

Hey Johnie Cope are ye yet,
Or are ye I would wit:
O haste ye get up for the do beat,
Of fye Cope in the morning.
He a challenge for Dunbar,
fight me Charlie an ye daur;
If it be not by the of war
I'll you a merry morning.
Charlie look'd the letter upon
He his sword and scabbard from-
"So restore to me my own,
meet you, Cope, in the morning."
Cope swore with many a bloody
he would fight them gun and sword,
But he fled frae his like an ill scar'd bird,
And Johnie he took in the morning.
It was an afternoon,
Sir Johnie march'd to town;
He says, "my lads lean you down,
And we'll fight the in the morning."
But when he saw the lads
Wi' tartan trews and cokauds,
Wi' and guns and rungs and gauds,
O he took wing in the morning.
On the when he did rise,
He look'd between him and the
He saw them wi' their thighs,
Which him in the morning.
O then he flew Dunbar,
for a man of war;
He to have pass'd for a rustic tar,
And awa in the morning.
Sir Johnie Berwick rade,
as the devil had been his guide;
Gien him the warld he na stay'd
To the boys in the morning.
Says the Berwickers Sir John,
O what's of all your men,
In faith, says he, I ken,
I them a' this morning.
Says Lord Car, ye are na blate,
To bring us the news o' your ain
I think you deserve the o' the gate,
Get out o' my this morning.
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