Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe

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

What will the do mother all alone
Will he stop his frolick for the day
Will he lie on his rug by the of my bed
As he did before I went

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

Keep tied mother my poor dog
For I know he'll for me too
Just keep him when old and useless he
Sleeping the whole summer

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

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