Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe

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

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

What will Thomas that old say
you ask him for flowers for me
Will he give you a he has tended with care
The first fairest bloom of the
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I have seen the in his honest old eyes
But he said it was the wind that brought them
As he gazed on my growing paler each day
And his hand went trembling through my

Keep tied mother my little dog
For I he'll mourn for me too
Just keep him old and useless he grows
Sleeping the whole through

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

And you dearest mother may me for a while
But in heaven I'll no larger
And any kind will know at the gate
When you ask for darling little Joe