Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe

What the birds do mother in the spring
When they stop to crumbs around the door
Will they fly from the trees half as nice glee
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
When you ask him for for me
Will he you a rose he has tended with care
The first fairest of the tree
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I seen the tears in his honest old eyes
But he said it was the wind that them there
As he gazed on my growing paler each day
And his hand went trembling my hair

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

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

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