Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Afton

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy braes
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a in thy praise
My asleep by thy murmuring stream
gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream

Thou stock dove whose echo thro' the glen
Ye wild whistly in yon thorny den
Thou crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering

Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton, thy hills
Far mark'd the courses of clear winding rills
There I wander as noon rises high, oooh
My and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye

How pleasant thy banks and green below
Where, wild in the woodlands, the blow
There oft, as mild sweeps over the lea
The sweet-scented birk shades my and me

Thy stream, Afton, how lovely it glides
And winds by the cot where my Mary
How thy waters her snowy feet lave
As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy wave

gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring
So flow gently, Afton, disturb not her dreams