Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Maid

It was on a summer's morning
The birds sweetly tune on each
And as I walked out for my
I saw a milking a cow

Her was so enchanting, melodious
Left me quite to go
My heart, it was with sorrow
For the pretty maid her cow

Then to her I made my
"good morrow most maid
Your my heart so entrances"
"pray sir do not banter," she

"i'm not a rare precious jewel
That I should you so
I am but a poor little girl,"
the pretty maid milking her cow

The indies afford no jewel
So bright, so transparently
I do not add things to my
Consent but to me my dear

Oh, had I the of aladdin
Or the wealth that mines can bestow
I'd rather be poor in a
the pretty girl milking her cow.