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 trades that I do ken,
me to the Ploughman.
My he comes hame at e'en,
He's wat and weary:
off the wat, put on the dry,
And gae to bed, my Dearie.
I will wash my hose,
And I dress his o'erlay;
I will mak my bed,
And cheer him and early.
I hae been east, I hae west,
I hae at Saint Johnston,
The boniest that e'er I saw
Was th' Ploughman dancin.
Snaw-white on his legs,
And siller buckles
A gude blue on his head,
And O but he was handsome!
Commend me to the yard,
And the Corn-mou,
I never gat my fou
I met wi' the Ploughman.
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