Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny Cope

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

Hey Cope are ye wauking yet,
Or are ye sleeping I would
O ye get up for the drums do beat,
Of fye Cope in the morning.
He wrote a for Dunbar,
fight me Charlie an ye daur;
If it be not by the of war
give you a merry morning.
When Charlie look'd the upon
He drew his and scabbard from-
"So Heaven to me my own,
I'll you, Cope, in the morning."
Cope swore with many a bloody
That he 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 when he saw the lads
Wi' tartan and white 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 wi' their naked thighs,
fear'd him in the morning.
O then he flew Dunbar,
Crying for a man of
He thought to have for a rustic tar,
And awa in the morning.
Sir into Berwick rade,
Just as the had been his guide;
Gien him the 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 a' this morning.
Says Lord Car, ye are na blate,
To bring us the news o' ain defeat;
I think you the back o' the gate,
Get out o' my this morning.
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