Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe

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

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

will Thomas that old gardener say
When you ask him for for me
he give you a rose he has tended with care
The first fairest bloom of the
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I have seen the tears in his honest old
But he said it was the wind that brought them
As he on my cheeks growing paler each day
And his hand went trembling my hair

Keep mother my poor little dog
For I know he'll 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 shaggy head

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