Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball

Stewball was a good
He wore his high
And the on his foretop
Was fine as silk

I him in England
I rode him in
And I never did lose,
I did gain

So all you gamblers
you are
And don't bet money
On that little mare

Most likely stumble
Most likely fall
But you'll lose, boys
On my noble

As they a riding
halfway round
That gray mare she
And fell on the

And way out
Ahead of all
Came a and a dancing
My noble

Stewball was a horse
And by the day he was
He never water
He always drank