Luyện nghe bài hát Ribbon Bows

There is a spring, not far here,
The water runs both and clear--
both sweet and clear, and
crack your bones
with of gold.

I stood, a-wagging, at the
just on the lagging, rising sap.
I the cold tin ladle to my lip.
At the Shrine of the Arms,
I lowered my to sip.

a beautiful day to catch my drift,
or be up in it.
You want love, Love?
Come and get love;
I took it back
I thought you didn't.

How my did ring,
at the pound,
from that old
to I was bound:
curled the bottom rung--
doesn't want you?
Well, on, darlin.
I use someone like you around.
I am not like you, I ain't this place.
And I do reserve the
to all my same mistakes.
And, in the night, you,
I bite and chew
I can find,
and never seem to the taste.

What a face I feel me make--
For sake,
what you have me, I cannot erase!--
(Though I on saying,
and I do believe, it is not too late).

All day, hassling me with trifles:
nose of the dog, as cold as a rifle,
indicating, a nudge,
God, No God. God, No God.
Sweet, eye of the dog,
blink if god,
if no god.

My mama may be of me,
with all of my
on,
whooping it up till the morn,
and lorn,
among the revelry!
Sure, I can pass.
Honey, I can pass.
Particularly when I to tip my glass.
be a sport,
and have a go at old song,
unabashed, about
"Them girls,
with ribbon bows,
and their sash..."

But, I get so sad
(could swear the
makes a motion to me,
that second verse),
I reckon felt worse,
and held fast.
But, on, when I am alone,
at last,
then I my god to task.
I my god to task.