Luyện nghe bài hát Ribbon Bows

There is a spring, not far here,
The water runs both sweet and
both sweet and clear, and
could crack your
with of gold.

I stood, a-wagging, at the
just on the lagging, rising sap.
I the cold tin ladle to my lip.
At the of the Thousand Arms,
I lowered my to sip.

What a beautiful day to my drift,
or be up in it.
You want your love,
Come and get love;
I only took it
because I you didn't.

How my did ring,
at the pound,
from that old
to which I was
curled 'round the rung--
doesn't anybody want
Well, on, darlin.
I could use like you around.
I am not you, I ain't from this place.
And I do the right
to repeat all my mistakes.
And, in the night, you,
I certainly and chew
I can find,
and never to lose the taste.

What a horrible face I me make--
For sake,
you have told me, I cannot erase!--
(Though I on saying,
and I do believe, it is not too late).

All day, you're hassling me with
nose of the dog, as cold as a rifle,
indicating, a nudge,
God, No God. God, No God.
Sweet, eye of the dog,
once if god,
if no god.

My may be ashamed of me,
with all of my
on,
whooping it up till the morn,
and lorn,
among the revelry!
Sure, I can pass.
Honey, I can pass.
Particularly when I to tip my glass.
be a sport,
and have a go at old song,
singing unabashed,
"Them girls,
their ribbon bows,
and fancy sash..."

But, I get so sad
(could the night
makes a to claim me,
that second verse),
I I've felt worse,
and held fast.
But, on, when I am alone,
at last,
then I my god to task.
I my god to task.