Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball

Stewball was a good
And he a high head
And the mane on his
Was fine as thread

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

So all you gamblers
From and from far
Don't bet gold dollar
On that little mare

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

Sit tight on your
Let on your rein
And you will lose boys,
You will gain

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

And 'way out
Ahead of all
dancin' and prancin'
My Stewball

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

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