Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny Cope

Johnny
(Robert Burns)
Sir John Cope trode the right far,
Yet ne'er a he cam naur,
Until he landed at
Right in a morning.

Hey Johnie Cope are ye yet,
Or are ye sleeping I wit:
O haste ye get up for the do beat,
Of fye rise in the morning.
He wrote a for Dunbar,
Come me Charlie an ye daur;
If it be not by the of war
I'll give you a morning.
When Charlie look'd the letter
He his sword and scabbard from-
"So restore to me my own,
meet you, Cope, in the morning."
Cope swore with many a bloody
That he would fight gun and sword,
But he fled his nest like an ill scar'd bird,
And Johnie he took in the morning.
It was an afternoon,
Sir Johnie to Preston town;
He says, "my lads come you down,
And we'll fight the in the morning."
But he saw the Highland lads
Wi' tartan trews and cokauds,
Wi' swords and and rungs and gauds,
O he took wing in the morning.
On the when he did rise,
He look'd between him and the
He saw them wi' naked thighs,
Which him in the morning.
O then he into Dunbar,
Crying for a man of
He thought to have for a rustic tar,
And awa in the morning.
Sir into Berwick rade,
Just as the devil had his guide;
him the warld he would na stay'd
To the boys in the morning.
Says the unto Sir John,
O what's become of all men,
In faith, he, I dinna ken,
I left them a' morning.
Says Lord Car, ye are na blate,
To bring us the o' your ain defeat;
I think you deserve the o' the gate,
Get out o' my this morning.
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