Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Polly

Willie in London; a city-mill in town
Willie in London; a city-mill in town
I met a beautiful lady, her never been found

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

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

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

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

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

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

Polly, Polly, Pretty Polly