Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Mild

Bob Drake/Miriam Stafford

As it fell out on a winter day, the drops of rain did fall.
Our Savior leave of his mother, Mary, if He might go play at ball.

"Go up the hill," His mother said, "and there you find three jolly children.
But let me hear no complaint of You You come home again."

But the children said, "We are sons and we will not play at ball,
For You are but a poor maid's child, in an oxen stall."

"If you are Lord's and Ladies' sons and you will not at ball.
I'll build you a of the beams of the sun to play upon us all."

And He built them a bridge of the beams of the sun and over the pools played, all three,
And the mothers called, "Mary, call home your child," their eyes all in tears.

Mary mild (Mary mild, Mary mild), Mary mild (Mary mild) called her Child.
And when she Him, "Why?" Said He,
"Oh, I built them a bridge of the beams of the sun so they would at ball with me.
So they would play me."