Luyện nghe bài hát The Sheep Stealer

The Sheep
I am a brisk lad but my is bad,
And I am wonderful poor.
Oh, I intend my life for to mend
And to build a house down on the moor, boys
And to a house down on the moor.
The farmer he do fat oxen and sheep
In a little nag on the downs.
In the middle of the night when the moon do bright,
There's a of work to be done, brave boys,
a number of work to be done.
Then I'll all around in another man's ground,
And take a fat sheep for my own.
Oh, I'll end his by the aid of my knife
And I will carry him home, brave boys,
And then I will him home.
My children will pull the from the ewe
And I'll be in a place where none.
When the constable do come, I'll with my gun
And swear all I have is my own, boys,
And all I have is my own.
Lloyd, Folk Song in England
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