Luyện nghe bài hát Pontchartrain

O it was one fine
I bid New Orleans
And the road to Jackson Town
My fortune to

I cursed all foreign
No credit I gain
had my heart a-longing
For the of Pontchartrain

I aboard a railroad car
the morning sun
And I rode the rails eventide
'Til I lay me down

No stranger befriend me
'Til a dark girl toward me
And I in love with a Creole girl
On the of Pontchartrain

I said, my bonnie lass
My 'tis no good
And if it weren't for the
I'd here in the wood

You're welcome kind stranger
Our house is very
But we never a stranger out
On the Lakes of

She took me her mama's house
And she treated me well
The upon her shoulders
In jet ringlets fell

To try to paint her
That would surely be in
So handsome was my lass
On the lakes of

I asked her if marry me
She said that ne'er be
For she had a
Who was far at sea

She said that she would for him
And true she remain
he returned to his Creole lass
On the of Pontchartrain

So thee well, my Creole lass
I'll see you no more
And ne'er forget your kindness
In the by the shore

And at each social
A bowl I'll drain
raise a glass to my Creole lass
On the of Pontchartrain
I'll raise a glass to my lass
On the of Pontchartrain