Luyện nghe bài hát Dens of Yarrow

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

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

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

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

Her hair, it was quarters long
And the color of it was
She it round his middle so small
And carried him home from

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

She dressed in clean white clothes
And to the waters of Yarrow
And she lay her sweet self down
And died on the banks of