Luyện nghe bài hát The Butcher Boy

In more street where I did
A butcher boy I right well
He courted me my life
And now with me he will not

I wish, I wish, I wish in
I I was a maid again
But a maid I'll never be
Till cherries on an apple tree

I wish my it was born
And on it's daddy's knee
And me poor to be dead and gone
With the green grass growing over me

He upstairs and the door he broke
He her hanging by a rope
He took his and he cut her down
And in her pocket these he found