Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball

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

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

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

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

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

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

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