Luyện nghe bài hát The Ploughman

THE
(Robert Burns)
The Ploughman a bony lad,
His is ever true, jo,
His garters knit his knee,
His it is blue, jo.
ch. Then up a', my Ploughman lad,
And hey, my merry
Of a'the that I do ken,
me to the Ploughman.
My he comes hame at e'en,
He's aften wat and
off the wat, put on the dry,
And gae to bed, my Dearie.
I will wash my hose,
And I will his o'erlay;
I mak my Ploughman'g bed,
And cheer him and early.
I hae east, I hae been west,
I hae at Saint Johnston,
The boniest sight that I saw
Was th' laddie dancin.
stocking on his legs,
And siller glancin;
A gude blue on his head,
And O but he was handsome!
me to the Barn yard,
And the Corn-mou,
I never gat my fou
I met wi' the Ploughman.
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