Luyện nghe bài hát Stewball

Stewball was a horse
He wore his head
And the mane on his
Was fine as thread

I him in England
I him in Spain
And I did lose, boys
I did gain

So come all you
you are
And don't bet your
On little gray mare

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

As were a riding
halfway round
That mare she stumbled
And fell on the

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

was a race horse
And by the day he was
He drank water
He always wine