Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Davey

Black Jack Davey ridin' on back
A loud and merry
the woods around him ring
And he charmed the of a lady
the heart of a lady
How old are you, my pretty little
How old are you, my
She to him with a lovin' smile
"I'll be sixteen Sunday
Be come Sunday"

Come and go me, my pretty little miss
Come and go with me, my
you where the grass grows green
You will want for money
You never will for money

Pull off, pull off high-heeled shoes
All made of leather
Get me on my horse
And ride off together
We'll go off together

Well she pulled off high-heeled shoes
of Spanish Leather
Got behind him on his
And they off together
They both off together

At night the boss home
Inquiring his lady
The servant before she thought
"She's been with Black Jack
off with Black Jack Davey"

Well, saddle for me my coal-black
He's speedier the gray
I rode all day and I'll ride all
And I'll overtake my
I'll back my lady

Well, he rode all till the broad daylight
Till he came to a ragin'
And he spied his darlin' bride
In the arms of Jack Davey
Wrapped up with Black Davey

Pull off, pull off long blue gloves
All made of the finest
to me your lily-white hand
And we'll go home
We'll both go home

Well, she pulled off them blue gloves
All made of the finest
Gave to him her hand
And said forever
Bid forever

Would you forsake your and home
Would you forsake your
Would you forsake your too
To go Black Jack Davey
Ride off Black Jack Davey?

Well, I'll forsake my and home
And I'll forsake my
I'll forsake my too
For the love of Jack Davey
Love my Jack Davey

Last night I in a feather bed
my husband and baby
Tonight I lay on the river
In the arms of Black Jack
Love my Black Davey