Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball

Stewball was a horse
And he held a head
And the on his foretop
Was as silk thread

I him in England
And I him in Spain
And I never did lose,
I always did

So come all you
From near and far
Don't bet gold dollar
On that little grey

likely she will stumble
Most likely she'll
But you never will
On my noble

Sit on your saddle
Let slack on your
And you will lose boys,
You will gain

As they a-riding
'Bout 'round
That grey mare she
And to the ground

And out yonder
of them all
Came and prancin'
My noble

was a good horse
And he held a high
And the on his foretop
Was as silk thread

I rode him in
And I him in Spain
And I never did lose,
I did gain