Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Polly

Pretty Polly, please come on
your home home high up off the ground
In the tree and forlorn
Where the rope hangs and worn

Though I'll fly to you
It's the thing I would do
You have dug two holes so
I'm that one's for me

Pretty must I cry
Without voice I'll fear I'd die
The song you sing and the you tell
We must them to ourselves

Oh I know my voice like
Now I have my brand new
Of a dark and forlorn
Where a rope hang bruised and

Polly, I have bread
That I have not yet
Come and take from my halls
Then we'll lay song to rest

I suppose my song can
For I am and grows late
I will eat your and then
I will sing my song