Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Mild

Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam

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

"Go up the hill," His mother said, "and there you will find jolly children.
But let me hear no complaint of You when You come 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 not play at ball.
I'll build you a bridge of the beams of the sun to upon us all."

And He them a bridge of the beams of the sun and over 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) home her Child.
And she asked Him, "Why?" Said He,
"Oh, I built them a bridge of the of the sun so they would play at ball with me.
So they play with me."