Luyện nghe bài hát The Magpie

THE
(A) Dm Am / Dm Am Dm Am / Am Dm Am / Am Dm Am Dm
The magpie brings us
Of news fair and foul;
more cunning than the raven,
More wise any owl.
She brings us of the harvest
Of barley, wheat, and corn.
She when we'll go to our graves
How we be born.
Dm Am / Dm Am Dm Am / Dm A / Dm Am Dm
for sorrow, Two's for joy,
Three's for a girl and for a boy.
for silver, Six for gold,
And seven for a secret told.
Dm - Am G Am / Dm - Am Dm / Dm Am G Dm
Devil, devil, I thee.
Devil, devil, I thee.
Devil, devil, I thee.
She brings us joy when the right,
when from the left.
Of all the that's in the air
We to trust her best.
For she us at our labor,
And she us at our work.
She the egg from out of the nest,
And she can mob the hawk.

The priest, he we're wicket
To worship the bird.
Ah, but we respect the old
And we his word.
For we know they rest
As we in the night;
And we leave a little bit of meat
For the bird black and white.

Written by Dave Dodds, copyright
Recorded on SATISFIED CUSTOMERS, Sally and Howard Bursen,
Records 003.
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