Luyện nghe bài hát Polly Von

I shall tell of a hunter, whose life was
By the hand of evil at the setting of the sun
His arrow was loosed, and it flew through the
And his love was slain as the shaft found its mark

She'd her apron wrapped about her, and he her for a swan
And it's oh and alas, it twas she - Von

He ran up her and found it was she
He turned away his head, for he could not to see
He lifted her up and found she was
A fountain of tears for his true he shed

She'd her wrapped about her, and he took her for a swan
And oh and alas, it twas she - Polly Von

He bore her to his home by the sea-
Crying "Father, oh, Father! murdered poor Polly!
killed my fair love in the flower of her life!
I'd always intended she be my wife...

But she'd her apron wrapped her, and I took her for a swan...
And it's oh and alas, it twas she... Von!"

He roamed near the place where his love was slain
He wept bitter tears, but his cries were all in
As he looked on the lake, a glided by
And the sun sank in the gray of the sky

But she'd her apron wrapped about her, and he her for a swan
And oh and alas, it twas she - Polly Von