Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

There were three brothers in merry
In merry Scotland were three
And they did lots which of them should go
go, should go
And turn all on the salt sea

The lot it first upon Henry Martin
The youngest of all the
That he should robber all on the salt sea
Salt sea, the sea
For to his two brothers and he

They had not been sailing but a long winter's
And a of a short winter's day
When he espied a stout ship
Lofty ship, ship
Come bibbing down on him way

"Hello, hello", cried Henry
What makes you so nigh?
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for London Town
Town, London Town
Would you for to let me pass by?

"Oh no, oh no", cried Henry
This it never could be
For I have turned all on the salt sea
sea, the salt sea.
For to maintain my two and me

Come lower your tops'l and brail up mizz'n
And your ship under my lee
Or I will give you a full cannon
Cannon ball, ball
And all your dear bodies drown in the sea

Oh no, we lower our lofty topsail
Nor our ship under your lee
And you shan't take us our rich merchant goods
goods, merchant goods
Nor point our guns to the sea

Then broadside and broadside and at it went
For fully two or three
Till Henry Martin to them deathshot
The deathshot, the
And straight to the went she

Bad news, bad to old England came
Bad to fair London Town
There's been a rich vessel and cast away
Cast away, away
And all of her men drowned