Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe

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

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

What will the do, mother, all alone?
he stop 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 come in his eyes
But he said it was the wind that brought 'em
As he gazed on my cheeks growing everyday
His hand trembled my hair

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

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

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

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