Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe

Mother, what will Thomas, the old say
When you ask him for for me?
Will he give you a rose he has with care?
The fairest, fairest broom on the

will the birds do, mother, in the spring?
Will they the crumbs around our door?
Will they fly from the and tap at my window
why Joe wanders out no more?

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

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

Keep Tag, mother, my poor dog
I know he mourn for me too
Keep him in old and unless he
Sleeping all along summer

Show him my coat, mother, so not forget
His master will be dead
Speak to him and often of Joe
Pat him on his brown shaggy

And you, dear, may you miss 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 darling Little Joe