Luyện nghe bài hát The Cruel Sister

A farmer in the North Country,
Hey ho, bonny-o,
He had one, two, three.
One was as as is the sun,
And coal black grew one.
A came riding to the farmer's door,
He'd travelled far to be wooer.
He courted one gloves and rings,
He the other above all things.
Oh sister, won't you walk me,
The swans swim so bonny-o.
And see the ships sail on the
And as they the river's brim,
The eldest pushed the in.
Sometimes she sank, she swam,
Crying, "Sister, to me your hand!"
I'll give you hand nor glove,
'Less you give me your own love.
The daughter, dressed in red,
for some water to bake some bread.
Oh, Father, Father, here a swan,
The carries her body on.
They laid her on the to dry,
There a minstrel passing by.
He pins of her fingers fair,
And he strings of her golden hair.
He a harp out of her breastbone,
The sound of would melt a heart of stone.
He took it to her hall
The family there all.
He placed the harp upon a
And it to play alone.
The first string a doleful sound:
The sister, she is drowned.
The second the minstrel tried,
And terror seized the bride.
The third played beneath her bones,
And surely now her tears flow.