Luyện nghe bài hát Poor Boy

Me, I'm just a boy
From across the far south
And I've traveled days
To reach this place to my stand
Oh, and I fell in a merry band
And away the hours

Rollin' on, I've rollin' on
And my head is high from the won
Laid down my for the Greenwood

The city boys and the boys
They come from miles
To defy their King and
Save the poor from the hand
Of the dukes and abbots
And the of the land

Rollin' on, I've been on
And my head is high the battle won
Laid down my for the Greenwood

Sweet maid
you do me no wrong
Stay on the right
The Greenwood is home
All the girls and the open fires
And the wine that flows like

on, I've been rollin' on
And my is high from the battle won
Laid down my for the Greenwood
Ohh
Ohh
Ohh
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