Luyện nghe bài hát Peggy Gordon

Oh, Peggy Gordon, you are my
Come, sit you upon my knee
And tell to me the very
Why I am so by thee

I'm so deep in that I can't deny it
My heart smothered in my breast
But it's not for you to let the know it
A troubled mind can no rest

I put my head to a glass of
It was my fancy, I do
For I'm drinking, I'm always thinking
And wishing Peggy Gordon was

I I was in some lonesome valley
Where could not be found
the little birds sing on the branches
And every moment a sound