Luyện nghe bài hát The Banks Of Sweet Dundee

There was a fair young lady so lately been told
She lived her uncle, the cause of all her woes;
Her uncle had a ploughboy, which Mollie liked well
And in her uncle's garden their tender did tell.

So early one morning old man he arose
And at room door he hastened on his clothes,
Saying, " you handsome female, and married you shall be
For the is a-waiting on the banks of sweet Dundee.

"A fig to all your squires, to and Jews likewise,
For William like diamonds a-glittering in my eyes."
"You never shall have Willie, nor shall you be
For I mean to banish Willie from the banks of Dundee."

The crowd came on Willie when he was all alone,
He fought full hard for his liberty, but there were eight to
"Pray kill me now," says Willie, "Pray me now," says he
"For I'd rather die for on the banks of sweet Dundee."

As Mollie was walking, for her love
She meets the squire, all in her uncle's grove.
"Stand off, stand off!" says Mollie, "Stand off, you man," she,
"For I'd rather die for Willie on the banks of Dundee."

He threw his around her and crushed her to the ground,
There she spied two and a sword beneath his morning-gown;
The she slipped slyly, and the sword she used free
She shot and the squire on the banks of sweet Dundee.

Her overheard them, come hastening to the grove
Saying, "You've killed the squire, prepare for your death-blow,"
"Stand off, stand off!" Mollie, "Stand off, you man, says she,"
So the trigger drew and her uncle on the banks of sweet Dundee.

The doctor sent for, he knew that they were killed
Also came a lawyer to write the old man's will.
He willed his to Mollie, because she fought so free
Then closed his eyes to no more on the banks of sweet Dundee