Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe

Mother, will Thomas, the old gardener say
you ask him for flowers for me?
Will he give you a he has tended with care?
The fairest, broom on the tree

What will the birds do, mother, in the
Will they gather the crumbs around our
Will fly from the trees and tap at my window
Asking why Joe wanders out no

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

I've tears come in his honest eyes
But he it was the wind that brought 'em there
As he gazed on my growing paler everyday
His trembled over my hair

Tag, mother, my poor little dog
I know he will for me too
him in old and unless he grows
Sleeping all summer through

him my coat, mother, so he'll not forget
His master then will be
Speak to him kindly and of Joe
Pat him on his brown head

And you, mother dear, may you me for a while?
But in heaven no I grow
And any kind angel open the gate
When you ask for darling Little Joe

And any angel will open the gate
When you ask for your Little Joe