Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball

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

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

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

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

Sit on your saddle
Let slack on your
And you never lose boys,
You will gain

As they a-riding
'Bout 'round
That grey she stumbled
And fell to the

And 'way out
Ahead of all
Came dancin' and
My 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 did gain