Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny Cope

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

Hey Johnie are ye wauking yet,
Or are ye I would wit:
O haste ye get up for the do beat,
Of fye Cope in the morning.
He wrote a for Dunbar,
Come fight me Charlie an ye
If it be not by the of war
I'll you a merry morning.
When Charlie look'd the upon
He drew his sword and from-
"So Heaven to me my own,
I'll you, Cope, in the morning."
swore with many a bloody word
That he 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 march'd to Preston town;
He says, "my lads lean you down,
And we'll the boys in the morning."
But he saw the Highland lads
Wi' tartan trews and cokauds,
Wi' swords and and rungs and gauds,
O Johnie he took in the morning.
On the when he did rise,
He look'd him and the skies;
He saw them wi' their thighs,
Which him in the morning.
O he flew into Dunbar,
for a man of war;
He thought to pass'd for a rustic tar,
And awa in the morning.
Sir into Berwick rade,
Just as the had been his guide;
him the warld he would na stay'd
To the boys in the morning.
the Berwickers unto Sir John,
O what's become of all men,
In faith, he, I dinna ken,
I left them a' morning.
Lord Mark Car, ye are na blate,
To bring us the o' your ain defeat;
I think you the back o' the gate,
Get out o' my sight morning.
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