Luyện nghe bài hát Barbara Allen

Twas in the month of May
When buds all were swelling,
William on his death bed lay
For of Barbara Allen.

He his servant to the town
To the where she was dwelling,
Saying you come, to my master dear
If your name be Allen.

So slowly, she got up
And slowly she nigh him,
And the only to him did say
Young man I you're dying.

He his face unto the wall
And was in him welling,
Good-bye, good-bye, to my all
Be good to Allen.

When he was dead and in grave
She heard the bells knelling
And stroke to her did say
Hard Barbara Allen.

Oh mother, oh mother go dig my
Make it long and narrow,
William died of love for me
And I die of sorrow.

And father, oh father, go dig my
Make it both and narrow,
Sweet William died on
And I die tomorrow.

Barbara Allen was buried in the old
Sweet William was beside her,
Out of sweet William's heart, grew a rose
Out of Allen's a briar.

They grew and in the old churchyard
they could grow no higher
At the end they formed, a true knot
And the grew round the briar.