Luyện nghe bài hát Newry Highwayman

In Newry I was bred and born
In Steven's now I'll die in scorn.
I served my time to the saddling
but I out to be, I turned out to be a roving blade.
At I took a wife
I loved her as I love life
And for to keep fine and gay
I to robbing, I took to robbing on the King's highway.
I never robbed any man yet
Nor any tradesman has to fret
I rob the lords and their ladies
I take jewels, I take their jewels to my heart's delight.
To Covent Garden I my way
With my dear for to see the play
Lord corps they did me pursue
And I was taken, I was taken by that crew.
My father cried, "Oh, my son"
My wife she and said, "I'm undone"
My mother tore her white and cried,
"'Twas in the cradle, in the cradle that he should have died."
And I'm dead and in my grave
A flashy funeral pray let me
With six bold highwaymen to me
Give good broadswords, good broadswords and liberty.
Six pretty to bear my pall
Give white ribbons and garlands all
For when I'm dead, aye they'll the truth
He was a wild and a youth.