Luyện nghe bài hát Ribbon Bows

There is a spring, not far here,
The water runs sweet and clear--
both and clear, and cold:
could your bones
with 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 Shrine of the Arms,
I my eyes to sip.

What a day to catch my drift,
or be up in it.
You want love, Love?
Come and get your
I only it back
because I you didn't.

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

What a horrible I feel me make--
For sake,
what you 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:
nose 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 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.
when I start to tip my glass.
be a sport,
and have a go at old song,
singing unabashed,
"Them girls,
with ribbon bows,
and their sash..."

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