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A RED, RED ROSE
(Robert Burns - Scotland)
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.
(Nguồn: từ Lê Tuấn Đạt)
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(Robert Burns – Scotland)
