Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball

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

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

So come all you
you are
And don't bet your
On little gray mare

Most likely stumble
Most she'll fall
But never lose, boys
On my noble

As were a riding
'Bout halfway
That gray she stumbled
And fell on the

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

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