Luyện nghe bài hát Johnny Cope

Johnny
(Robert Burns)
Sir John Cope trode the north far,
Yet a rebel he cam naur,
he landed at Dunbar
Right in a morning.

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