Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny Cope

Johnny
(Robert Burns)
Sir John Cope the north right 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 ye get up for the drums do beat,
Of fye Cope in the morning.
He wrote a for Dunbar,
Come fight me an ye daur;
If it be not by the of war
I'll give you a morning.
When look'd the letter upon
He drew his sword and scabbard
"So restore to me my own,
I'll you, Cope, in the morning."
Cope with many a bloody word
he would fight them gun and sword,
But he fled his nest like an ill scar'd bird,
And Johnie he wing in the morning.
It was an afternoon,
Sir march'd to Preston town;
He says, "my come lean you down,
And fight the boys in the morning."
But he saw the Highland lads
Wi' tartan trews and cokauds,
Wi' and guns and rungs and gauds,
O Johnie he took in the morning.
On the morrow he did rise,
He between him and the skies;
He saw them wi' their thighs,
Which him in the morning.
O then he flew Dunbar,
for a man of war;
He thought to have pass'd for a tar,
And awa in the morning.
Sir Johnie Berwick rade,
Just as the devil had his guide;
Gien him the warld he would na
To the boys in the morning.
the Berwickers unto Sir John,
O become of all your men,
In faith, says he, I ken,
I left a' this morning.
Says Mark Car, ye are na blate,
To bring us the news o' your ain
I think you the back o' the gate,
Get out o' my sight morning.
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