Luyện nghe bài hát Rockin The Cradle

Rockin' The
On a summer's evening I chanced to go roving
by the clear river I rollicked along.
I heard an old man sad lamentation;
He was the cradle and the child not his own.
cho: Hi ho, hi ho, my lie aisy
For perhaps your own daddy never be known.
I'm and sighing and rocking the cradle,
And nursin' the baby none of my own.
When first I married your inconstant mother
I thought myself lucky to be blessed a wife.
But for my misfortune, sure I was
proved both a curse and a plague on my life.
She goes out every night to a or a party
And leaves me rockin' he cradle alone.
The innocent laddie he calls me his
But little he knows that he's of my own.
Now come all ye men that's inclined to get married
Take my advice and let the alone.
For by the Harry, if ever you marry
They'll leave you with a that's none of your own.
(or "and it's your own".)
by Clancys, Ian Cambell Folk Group, Ed Trickett, Buffy
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