Luyện nghe bài hát Dens of Yarrow

There were seven sons and two of twins
There were seven in Yarrow
And they all did for their own true love
In the dewy, dewy of Yarrow

Oh mother dear, I dreamed a
A dream of grief and
I I saw my own true love
In the dewy, dens of Yarrow

Oh dear, I saw your dream
Your dream of grief and
Your today is laying slain
In the dewy, dewy of Yarrow

She him up, she sought him down
She sought him all through
And there she found him laying
In the dewy, dewy of Yarrow

Her hair, it was three quarters
And the color of it was
She wrapped it round his middle so
And him home from Yarrow

Oh mother dear, make my bed
make it soft and narrow
For my true love has died
In the dewy, dewy of Yarrow

She dressed herself in clean clothes
And away to the waters of
And there she lay her sweet down
And on the banks of Yarrow