Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball and Griselda

Come on, you men of sportin' blood and to my story
'Tis of the noble Stewball, a racing pony
'Tis also of his rider, who brought ol' over
He's the diamond of the land and he around in clover

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win

Oh, the horses they all brought out with saddle, whip and bridle
The did shout when they saw the gallant riders
And some did shout, "Hooray" and the air was filled with
On the mare, Griselda, the sportsmen lay their

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win

Oh, the trumpet it did sound, and they shot off like an
Ol' Stewball scarcely touched the ground, and the goin' it was
passed him by, and the sportsmen all did holler
Oh the gray will win the day, and Stewball, he can

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win

In the middle of the track, up the noble rider
I fear we must fall back, that gray is runnin' a tiger
Up spoke the noble horse, "Ride on, ride on my
We're half way round the course, and now we'll see who's faster

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win

And as did discourse, ol' Stewball flew like lightnin'
He dashed around the course, and the gray mare she was
on, ride on, my noble horse for a good two hundred guineas
Your saddle, it shall be of gold we pick up our winnings

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win, oh, you'll win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win

Well, the winning post, bold Stewball went so handy
And the horse and rider called for sherry, wine and brandy
They drank to that gray mare, the gallant Miss
And to all who lost money on the sporting plains of Kildare

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win

Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you might win, oh, win
Bet on Stewball, my boy, and you win