Luyện nghe bài hát Molly Bán

Come all ye fellows
handle a gun
Beware of rambling
By the of the sun

And beware of an
That of late
To young Bn
And sad was her

She was going to her
When a came on
She under a green bush
The to shun

Her apron wrapped around her
He her for a swan
But a and a sigh
his own Molly Bn

He ran to her
And she was dead
And on her bosom
Many salt he shed

He ran to his father
With his gun in his
Saying "Father dear
I shot Molly Bn"

Her white apron wrapped her
He her for a swan
But a hush and a
T'was his own Bn

He roamed the place
Where his true she was slain
He bitter tears
But his cries were in

As he on the lake
A glided by
And the sun sank
In the ol' sky