Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe

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

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

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

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

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

Show him my coat, mother, so he'll not
His master will be dead
to him kindly and often of Joe
Pat him on his brown shaggy

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

And any kind angel will the gate
When you ask for darling Little Joe