Luyện nghe bài hát Oliver Cromwell

Oliver lay buried and dead,
Hee-haw, and dead,
There an old apple-tree over his head,
Hee-haw, his head.

The apples were and ready to fall,
Hee-haw, to fall,
There an old woman to gather them all,
Hee-haw, gather all.

Oliver rose and her a drop,
Hee-haw, her a drop,
Which made the old woman go hop,
Hee-haw, hop.

The saddle and bridle, lie on the shelf,
Hee-haw, lie on the shelf,
If you want any you can sing it yourself,
Hee-haw, it yourself.