Luyện nghe bài hát Pontchartrain

O it was one morning
I bid New Orleans
And took the road to Town
My fortune to

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

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

No would befriend me
'Til a dark toward me came
And I in love with a Creole girl
On the Lakes of

I said, my bonnie lass
My 'tis no good
And if it for the alligators
I'd sleep here in the

You're welcome here kind
Our house is very
But we never turn a out
On the of Pontchartrain

She took me into her 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 was my Creole lass
On the of Pontchartrain

I her if she'd 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 she would remain
'Til he to his Creole lass
On the of Pontchartrain

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

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