Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Polly

Willie lived in a city-mill in town
Willie in London; a city-mill in town
I met a lady, her beauty'd never been found

They called her "Pretty Polly, come go along me
Polly, Pretty Polly, come go along me
Before we get married, place you will see"

"Willie, oh Willie, I'm of your ways
Willie, oh Willie, I'm 'fraid of ways
The way you've been ramblin', you'll me astray"

They up o'er the mountain, and what did they spy
They up o'er the mountain, and what did they spy
A grave and a spade lyin' by

"Polly, Pretty Polly, your is 'bout right
Polly, Polly, your guess is 'bout right
I dug on your grave in the heart of night"

He stabbed'er through her heart and her heart's blood did
He through her heart and her heart's blood did flow
And into her grave Pretty did go

He threw a little over her and turned to go home
He threw a little dirt her and turned to go home
Leave nothing behind but the wild to roam

Polly, Polly, Pretty Polly