Luyện nghe bài hát Ribbon Bows

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

I stood, a-wagging, at the
just a-waiting on the lagging, sap.
I the cold tin ladle to my lip.
At the Shrine of the Arms,
I my eyes to sip.

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

How my did ring,
at the pound,
from that old
to I was bound:
curled 'round the bottom
doesn't anybody want
Well, on, darlin.
I use someone 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 bite and
I can find,
and seem to lose the taste.

What a horrible I feel 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 me with trifles:
black nose of the dog, as as a rifle,
indicating, a nudge,
God, No God. God, No God.
Sweet, eye of the dog,
once 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.
when I start to tip my glass.
be a sport,
and a go at that old song,
singing unabashed,
"Them girls,
their ribbon bows,
and their sash..."

But, I get so sad
(could swear the
makes a motion to me,
around that verse),
I reckon felt worse,
and held fast.
But, later on, I am alone,
at last,
then I my god to task.
I my god to task.