Luyện nghe bài hát Henry Martin

There were brothers in merry Scotland
In merry there were three
And they did cast which of them should go
go, should go
And turn robber all on the sea

The lot it fell first upon Martin
The youngest of all the
That he should turn all on the salt sea
sea, the salt sea
For to maintain his two and he

They had not been sailing but a winter's night
And a part of a winter's day
he espied a stout lofty ship
Lofty ship, lofty
Come bibbing on him straight way

"Hello, hello", cried Henry
What makes you so nigh?
I'm a rich merchant bound for fair London Town
London Town, Town
Would you for to let me pass by?

"Oh no, oh no", cried Martin
This thing it could be
For I have turned all on the salt sea
Salt sea, the sea.
For to my two brothers and me

Come your tops'l and brail up your mizz'n
And your ship under my lee
Or I will give you a cannon ball
ball, cannon ball
And all dear bodies drown in the salt sea

Oh no, we won't lower our topsail
Nor bring our under your lee
And you shan't take us our rich merchant goods
Merchant goods, merchant
Nor point our guns to the sea

Then and broadside and at it they went
For two hours or three
Till Henry Martin gave to them
The deathshot, the
And straight to the went she

Bad news, bad news to old England
Bad news to fair London
been a rich vessel and she's cast away
Cast away, cast
And all of her men drowned