Luyện nghe bài hát The Three Fine Daughters Of Farmer Brown

(Clem.)
breaking hearts in halifax
the three daughters
of Farmer
turning heads of the
in the
whistles from
the men
no one knows why went rowin'
the fine daughters
of Brown
they didn't know
the rocks on the
be the three sisters
where all drown
widower Brown had a girl nellie
she was the
the of three
she would her well
sharpened sickle and "kill men"
in the sycamore
the men
but she'd keep her
never cracked a smile just it coy
some say as tender as a petal
she'd act
''cause her wanted a boy
old man had a girl named Dottie
the button
and the most vane of the
she'd take her
fat leather strap
and anyone
who'd her Dorothy
the men fawn her
and she would repay
and peck 'em they'd
it safe to kiss
like the or the porch
or the parlor
anywhere keep 'em
from her fist

Farmer Brown had a girl named
she was the
and most of all
she would her daddy's
king bible
and go study
at the hall
the men avoid her
she would condemn them
for cussin' and
and the browns
she'd say "repent and god forever
the pleasure of
not as as it sounds."
one day the
with in common
spied upon an abandoned row
their sense of adventure had
pushed the young girls
to set the ship
didn't know
the strength of the
the merciless
pulled them down
it was the due to the
weight of denim
but the three bodies
were never
may recall
the singing of the
in the sailors
who'd and drown
some say they still the fightin' and
the flirtin' and the
of the of Farmer Brown