Luyện nghe bài hát On Top Of Old Smokey

On top of old Smokey all covered with
I my true lover for courtin' too slow
Oh courtin's a pleasure is grief
And a hearted lover is worse than a thief

A thief will rob you take all that you have
But false lovers take you to your grave
The grave decay you turn you into dust
And it just isn't one a poor boy can trust
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So come all you lovers and to me
Don't place your affection on a green tree
The will all wither the roots will all die
Then you'll be forgotten but you'll know why

On top of old all covered with snow
I lost my true for a courtin' too slow