Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball

Stewball was a good
And he a high head
And the on his foretop
Was fine as silk

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 your gold
On little grey mare

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

Sit tight on your
Let slack on rein
And you never lose boys,
You always gain

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

And out yonder
Ahead of all
Came dancin' and
My Stewball

Stewball was a good
And he held a head
And the mane on his
Was as silk thread

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