Luyện nghe bài hát The Banks Of Sweet Dundee

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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