Luyện nghe bài hát Dens of Yarrow

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

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

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

She sought him up, she sought him
She sought him all through
And there she him laying slain
In the dewy, dewy dens of

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

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

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