Luyện nghe bài hát The King

Health, love and peace be all in this place
By your leave we shall sing, our King.

Our is well-dressed in silks of the best
In so rare no king can compare.

We travelled many miles over hedges and stiles,
In of our King unto you we bring.

We have powder and shot to the lot,
We have cannon and ball to conquer all.

Old is past, twelve tide is the last
And we bid you adieu, joy to the new