Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe

What will the birds do in the spring
When they stop to gather around the door
they fly from the trees half as nice with glee
Asking why Joe out no more

What the kitten do mother all alone
Will he stop from his for the day
Will he lie on his rug by the of my bed
As he did I went away

What will Thomas old gardener say
you ask him for flowers for me
Will he give you a rose he has tended with
The first fairest of the tree
[ - guitar ]
I have seen the tears in his old eyes
But he it was the wind that brought them there
As he gazed on my cheeks growing each day
And his hand went trembling through my

Keep mother my poor little dog
For I he'll mourn for me too
Just him when old and useless he grows
Sleeping the summer through

Show him my coat mother so he'll not
His master who will be dead
Just speak to him and often of Joe
And pat him on his brown shaggy

And you mother may miss me for a while
But in heaven I'll no grow
And any kind angel will at the gate
When you ask for your little Joe