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' Stewball
He's the of the land and he rolls around in clover

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

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

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

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

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 fall back, that gray is runnin' like a tiger
Up spoke the horse, "Ride on, ride on my master
We're only half way round the course, and now see who's faster

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

And as they did discourse, ol' Stewball like lightnin'
He dashed around the course, and the gray she was taken
Ride on, ride on, my 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 both the and rider called for sherry, wine and brandy
drank to that gray mare, the gallant Miss Griselda
And to all who lost their money on the sporting plains of

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