Luyện nghe bài hát Pontchartrain

O it was one fine
I bid New adieu
And took the road to Jackson
My to renew

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

I stowed aboard a car
the morning sun
And I the rails 'til eventide
'Til I finally lay me

No would befriend me
'Til a dark girl me came
And I fell in with a Creole girl
On the of Pontchartrain

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

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

She me into her mama's house
And she treated me well
The hair upon her
In jet black ringlets

To try to her beauty
would surely be in vain
So handsome was my Creole
On the of Pontchartrain

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

She said that she wait for him
And true she would
'Til he to his Creole lass
On the lakes of

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

And at each social
A flowing I'll drain
I'll raise a glass to my lass
On the of Pontchartrain
I'll raise a to my bonnie lass
On the lakes of