Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball and Griselda

Come on, you men of blood and listen to my story
'Tis of the noble Stewball, a gallant racing
also of his rider, who brought ol' Stewball over
He's the diamond of the and he rolls 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 were all brought out with saddle, whip and bridle
The gentlemen did shout when they saw the riders
And some did shout, "Hooray" and the air was with curses
On the mare, Griselda, the sportsmen lay purses

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' scarcely touched the ground, and the goin' it was narrow
Griselda passed him by, and the all did holler
Oh the will win the day, and Stewball, he can foller

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

In the middle of the track, up the noble rider
I we must fall back, that gray is runnin' like a tiger
Up the noble horse, "Ride on, ride on my master
We're only way round the course, and now we'll 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 flew lightnin'
He dashed around the course, and the gray she was taken
Ride on, ride on, my noble for a good two hundred guineas
Your saddle, it be of gold when we pick up our winnings

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

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

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

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