Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Polly

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

Though never fly to you
It's the last thing I do
You dug two holes so deep
I'm afraid one's for me

Polly must I cry
Without voice I'll fear I'd die
The song you and the story you tell
We keep 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 not eaten yet
Come and take from my halls
Then we'll lay your to rest

I suppose my song can
For I am hungry and late
I eat your bread and then
I sing my song again