Luyện nghe bài hát Black Jack Davey

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

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

Pull off, pull off them high-heeled
All made of Spanish
Get behind me on my
And we'll off together
We'll both go off

she pulled off them high-heeled shoes
Made of Spanish
Got behind him on his
And rode off together
both rode off together

At night the boss came
Inquiring about his
The servant spoke she thought
"She's been Black Jack Davey
off with Black Jack Davey"

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

Well, he rode all night the broad daylight
Till he came to a river
And there he his darlin' bride
In the arms of Black Jack
up with Black Jack Davey

Pull off, pull off them blue gloves
All made of the finest
Give to me your hand
And we'll go together
We'll go home together

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

Would you your house and home
Would you forsake your
Would you forsake husband too
To go with Jack Davey
off with Black Jack Davey?

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

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