Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Mild

Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam

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

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

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

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

And He built them a bridge of the beams of the sun and the pools they played, all three,
And the mothers called, "Mary, call home your child," their all drowned 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 play at ball me.
So they would with me."