Luyện nghe bài hát Georgie

As I walked out over London
One misty early,
I a fair pretty maid
Was for her Geordie.

Ah, my will be hanged in a golden chain,
not the chain of many
He was born of king's royal
And to a virtuous lady.

Go bridle me my white steed,
Go me my pony,
I will to London court
To plead for the of my Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie stole nor cow nor calf,
He never any,
Stole of the king's royal deer,
And he sold in Bohenny.

Two pretty babies I born,
The lies in my body,
I'd freely part them every one
If spare the life of Geordie.

The looked over his left shoulder,
He fair maid I'm sorry
He said fair maid you must be
For I cannot Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a chain,
'Tis not the of many,
sixteen of the king's royal deer
And he sold in Bohenny.