Luyện nghe bài hát She's Like The Swallow

She's like the that flies so high,
She's like the river never runs dry,
She's like the on the lee shore,
I my love and love is no more.
'Twas out in the meadow fair maid did go,
the beautiful prim'rose;
The more she plucked, the she pulled
Until she gathered her full.
She on yonder hill above,
To give a unto her love.
She him one, she gave him three;
She her heart for company.
And as sat on yonder hill
His heart grew hard, so still.
He has two instead of one.
She says, "Young man, have you done?"
(she says:) "When I carried my low,
My love followed me frost and snow.
But now my is to my chin-
My love passes by and call in."
(he says:) "How foolish, foolish you be
To I love no-one but thee.
The world's not made for one
I take in ev'ry one."
She took her and made a bed
A pillow for her head.
She lay her down, no did say,
let her roses fall away.
She's the swallow that flies so high,
like the river that never runs dry,
She's like the on the lee shore,
She lost her love and she'll no more.