Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball

Stewball was a horse
And he a high head
And the on his foretop
Was fine as thread

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

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

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

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

As were a-riding
'Bout 'round
grey mare she stumbled
And fell to the

And 'way out
of them all
Came dancin' and
My noble

Stewball was a good
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 did gain