Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball

Stewball was a horse
He wore his high
And the mane on his
Was fine as thread

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

So all you gamblers
you are
And bet your money
On little gray mare

Most likely she'll
Most she'll fall
But you'll lose, boys
On my noble

As they a riding
halfway round
That gray she stumbled
And on the ground

And way out
of them all
Came a prancing and a
My noble

was a race horse
And by the day he was
He drank water
He always drank