Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball

Stewball was a good
He wore his high
And the on his foretop
Was as silk thread

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

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

likely she'll stumble
Most likely fall
But never you'll lose,
On my Stewball

As they were a
halfway round
That gray mare she
And fell on the

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

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