Luyện nghe bài hát Little Joe

What will the do mother in the spring
When they to gather crumbs around the door
they fly from the trees half as nice with glee
Asking why Joe out no more

What will the do mother all alone
Will he from his frolick for the day
Will he lie on his rug by the of my bed
As he did before I away

What will Thomas that old say
When you ask him for for me
Will he give you a rose he has tended with
The first bloom of the tree
[ - guitar ]
I have the tears in his honest old eyes
But he said it was the wind that them there
As he gazed on my cheeks paler each day
And his hand went trembling my hair

Keep mother my poor little dog
For I he'll mourn for me too
Just keep him when old and useless he
Sleeping the whole through

Show him my coat so he'll not forget
His who then will be dead
Just speak to him and often of Joe
And pat him on his shaggy head

And you dearest mother may miss me for a
But in heaven I'll no grow
And any kind angel know at the gate
When you ask for your darling Joe