Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball

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

I rode him in
And I rode him in
And I did lose, boys
I always did

So all you gamblers
From near and far
bet your gold dollar
On that little grey

Most likely she stumble
Most she'll fall
But you will lose
On my Stewball

Sit tight on your
Let slack on your
And you never will boys,
You always will

As were a-riding
halfway 'round
That grey she stumbled
And to the ground

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

Stewball was a horse
And he held a high
And the mane on his
Was fine as thread

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