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 tended with
The fairest, fairest broom on the

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

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

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

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

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

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

And any kind angel open the gate
you ask for your darling Little Joe