Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny Cope

Johnny
(Robert Burns)
Sir John trode the north right far,
Yet ne'er a he cam naur,
he landed 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 a challenge for Dunbar,
Come fight me Charlie an ye
If it be not by the of war
I'll you a merry morning.
When Charlie the letter upon
He drew his sword and scabbard
"So restore to me my own,
meet you, Cope, in the morning."
Cope with 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 Preston
He says, "my lads lean you down,
And we'll fight the in the morning."
But he saw the Highland lads
Wi' trews and white cokauds,
Wi' swords and guns and and gauds,
O he took wing in the morning.
On the when he did rise,
He between him and the skies;
He saw wi' their naked 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 Johnie Berwick rade,
Just as the devil had his guide;
him the warld he would na stay'd
To the boys in the morning.
Says the unto Sir John,
O what's of all your men,
In faith, says he, I ken,
I left a' this morning.
Lord Mark Car, ye are na blate,
To bring us the o' your ain defeat;
I think you deserve the o' the gate,
Get out o' my this morning.
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