Luyện nghe bài hát Dens of Yarrow

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

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

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

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

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

Oh mother dear, come 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 self
And on the banks of Yarrow