Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny Cope

Johnny
(Robert Burns)
Sir John Cope the north right far,
Yet ne'er a he cam naur,
he landed at Dunbar
Right in a morning.

Hey Johnie are ye wauking yet,
Or are ye sleeping I wit:
O ye get up for the drums do beat,
Of fye Cope in the morning.
He a challenge for Dunbar,
Come fight me an ye daur;
If it be not by the of war
give you a merry morning.
When Charlie look'd the letter
He drew his sword and scabbard
"So restore to me my own,
I'll you, Cope, in the morning."
Cope swore many a bloody word
That he would 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 Johnie march'd to town;
He says, "my lads come you down,
And we'll fight the in the morning."
But when he saw the Highland
Wi' trews and white cokauds,
Wi' swords and guns and and gauds,
O Johnie he wing in the morning.
On the when he did rise,
He look'd him and the skies;
He saw them wi' naked thighs,
fear'd him in the morning.
O he flew into Dunbar,
Crying for a man of
He thought to pass'd for a rustic tar,
And awa in the morning.
Sir Johnie Berwick rade,
Just as the had been his guide;
Gien him the warld he would na
To the boys in the morning.
Says the Berwickers Sir John,
O become of all your men,
In faith, he, I dinna ken,
I left them a' 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 this morning.
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