Luyện nghe bài hát Tiny Sparrow

Come all ye fair and tender
warning how you court your men
They're the stars on a summer's mornin'
First they'll appear and then gone

If I had before I courted
What all his lyin' have done
I'd have locked my in a box of golden
And never have courted none

I wish I were a sparrow
And I had and I could fly
I'd fly away to my own true
And all he'd ask I deny

Alas I'm not a tiny
I have not nor can I fly
And on this in grief and sorrow
I am until I die