Luyện nghe bài hát Pretty Polly

Pretty Polly, please on down
From your home high up off the ground
In the tree dark and
Where the rope hangs and worn

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

Polly must I cry
Without your I'll fear I'd die
The song you sing and the story you
We must keep to ourselves

Oh I know my voice nightingale
Now I my brand new tale
Of a tree dark and
a rope hang bruised and worn

Petty Polly, I have
I have not eaten yet
Come and them from my halls
Then we'll lay your to rest

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