Luyện nghe bài hát Ribbon Bows

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

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

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

How my did ring,
at the pound,
from that old
to I was bound:
curled 'round the bottom
anybody want you?
Well, on, darlin.
I could use someone you around.
I am not like you, I from this place.
And I do the right
to all my same mistakes.
And, in the night, you,
I bite and chew
I can find,
and seem to lose the taste.

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

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

My may be ashamed of me,
with all of my
on,
whooping it up the early 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 their bows,
and their sash..."

But, I get so sad
(could the night
makes a motion to me,
that second verse),
I I've felt worse,
and still fast.
But, later on, I am alone,
at last,
then I my god to task.
I my god to task.