Luyện nghe bài hát The Banks Of Sweet Dundee

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

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

"A fig to all your squires, to lord and likewise,
For William like diamonds a-glittering in my eyes."
"You shall have Willie, nor happy shall you be
For I mean to banish Willie from the of sweet Dundee."

The first crowd on Willie when he was all alone,
He fought full 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 of sweet Dundee."

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

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

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

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