Luyện nghe bài hát Ribbon Bows

There is a spring, not far here,
The water both sweet and clear--
both and clear, and cold:
could your bones
veins of gold.

I stood, a-wagging, at the
a-waiting on the lagging, rising sap.
I held the cold tin to my lip.
At the of the Thousand Arms,
I my eyes to sip.

a beautiful day to catch my drift,
or be up in it.
You want your love,
and get your love;
I took it back
I thought you didn't.

How my did ring,
at the pound,
that old hangdog
to which I was
curled 'round the bottom
doesn't anybody you?
Well, on, darlin.
I could use someone you around.
I am not like you, I ain't this place.
And I do the right
to repeat all my mistakes.
And, in the night, you,
I bite and chew
I can find,
and never seem to 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 trifles:
black of the dog, as cold as a rifle,
indicating, a nudge,
God, No God. God, No God.
Sweet, eye of the dog,
blink if god,
if no god.

My mama may be of me,
all of my finery:
on,
whooping it up the early 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 a go at that old song,
singing unabashed,
"Them girls,
with ribbon bows,
and their sash..."

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