Luyện nghe bài hát Henry My Son

You it may seem hard to imagine
But once a time people didn't have
Any such as television, didn't have any radios
And if you wanted to any music
You just had to make it

It was only the and queens
That afford to have somebody else make music for them
And you might not think it would be good music
Everybody making own music

But be surprised, in almost every family
It seemed like there'd be who could sing a song
Or tell a story or tell a or something
And in the evening crowd around the fire
May be so warm

One man told me he how to play the fiddle
Because he noticed the fiddler always got to nearest to the fire
So he decided if he wants to stay warm
He better learn how to the fiddle
And sing these old ballads you know, like

Where have you been all the day, my son?
Where have you been all the day, my one?
I've to my sweetheart, mother
been to my sweetheart, mother
Mother, make my bed soon, for I'm sick to my
And I fain would lie

That's an old old song, sad one
But I met a fellow last November over in
And he said he knew it a way
Everybody knows songs different ways it seems
He says, when he was a kid, all the, all the kids to sing it

Where you been all the day, Henry my boy?
Where have you all the day, my pride and joy?
In the woods, mother
In the woods, mother
be quick, I got to be sick and lay me down to die

What did you do in the woods all day, my son?
What did you do in the woods all day, my pretty
Ate, dear
Ate, dear
Mother be quick, I got to be and lay me down to die

What did you eat in the woods all day, my boy?
did you eat in the woods all day, my saveloy?
Eels, dear
Eels, mother
be quick, I got to be sick and lay me down to die

What color was those eels, my boy?
color was those eels, my pride and joy?
Green and
Green and
be quick, I got to be sick and lay me down to die

Those eels snakes, Henry my boy
Those eels snakes, my saveloy
Urgh, mother
Urgh, mother
be quick, I got to be sick and lay me down to die

What color flowers would you like, Henry my
What color flowers would you like, my bun?
Green and
and yeller
Mother be quick, I got to be sick and lay me to die