Luyện nghe bài hát Bitter Withy

BITTER
As it fell out on a high
Small from the sky did fall
Sweet Jesus asked of his own mother
Whether he might play at
To play, to play, child she did say
It's time that you been gone
And don't let me hear about you
At night when you do come
Now our Savior walked down into yonder
As far as the holy, holy
And there he met three of the children
That ever any tongue could
Good morn, morn, good morn, said they
Good morning, then said he, he
Now which of you three fine
Will at ball with me
Oh we are and ladies sons
Born in a hall
And you are but a maiden's
Born in an stall
Now our savior built a with the beams of the sun
and over the ran he, ran he
And the three jolly children after him
And drowned they all three
The upward ball and the ball
Their mothers they did wail and
Saying, Mary mild, home your child
For ours are all
Then Mary mild a handful of withies
And laid our savior across her knee
And that handful of withy twigs
She him slashes three
Oh be to the bitter withy
has caused me to smart, to smart
And that be the very first tree
That shall perish right at the
recorded by & Lloyd- English & Scottish Ballads; Roberts &
Barrand - Nowell Sing We
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