Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Polly

Pretty Polly, please come on
From home home high up off the ground
In the tree dark and
Where the hangs bruised and worn

I'll never fly to you
It's the last I would do
You have dug two so deep
I'm afraid that for me

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

Oh I know my like nightingale
Now I have my new tale
Of a dark and forlorn
Where a rope hang and worn

Petty Polly, I have
That I not eaten yet
and take them from my halls
Then lay your song to rest

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