Luyện nghe bài hát Ribbon Bows

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

I stood, a-wagging, at the
just a-waiting on the lagging, sap.
I held the 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 your love, Love?
Come and get your
I took it back
I thought you didn't.

How my did ring,
at the pound,
from old hangdog
to I was bound:
curled 'round the rung--
anybody want you?
Well, on, darlin.
I could use like you around.
I am not you, I ain't from this place.
And I do reserve the
to repeat all my mistakes.
And, in the night, you,
I certainly bite and
I can find,
and never seem to the taste.

a horrible face 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 hassling me trifles:
black nose of the dog, as 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,
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 a go at that 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,
around second 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.