Luyện nghe bài hát Dens of Yarrow

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

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

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

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

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

Oh dear, come make my bed
Come make it soft and
For my love has died tonight
In the dewy, dens of Yarrow

She dressed herself in clean white
And away to the of Yarrow
And there she lay her sweet self
And died on the banks of