Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball

Old Stewball was a
And I wish he mine
He never drank
He drank wine

His was silver
His mane it was
But of his saddle
Has never been

Oh! the was crowded
And was there
But the betting was
On the bay and the

Oh, way up
Ahead of all
Came prancing and
My noble

I bet on the mare
I bet on the bay
If I'd bet on old
I'd be a free man

Oh, the hoot owl she
And the dove moans
I'm a poor boy in
I'm a way from home

Old Stewball was a
And I wish he mine
He never drank
He always wine