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 bones
with of gold.

I stood, a-wagging, at the
just 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 beautiful day to my drift,
or be up in it.
You want love, Love?
and get your love;
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 use someone like you around.
I am not you, I ain't from this place.
And I do reserve the
to all my same mistakes.
And, in the night, you,
I bite and chew
I can find,
and never to lose the taste.

What a horrible face I me make--
For sake,
what you have told me, I 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 mama may be of me,
with all of my
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 have a go at old song,
unabashed, about
"Them girls,
their ribbon bows,
and their sash..."

But, I get so sad
(could swear the
makes a 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.