Luyện nghe bài hát Fair Margaret And Sweet William

Sweet rose one winter's morn
Lord to me speak truth
And tell me of that long lost
Between Margaret and you

Of Lady Margaret I not
And she not of me
For I upon the sun
Some other's groom be

Lady sitting in her high window
her long yellow hair
Spied sweet and his new made bride
Riding up the road so

Down she her ivory comb
And down she threw her
And down she came from high window
And was never no more

The sun sank low on home
His mind consumed with
He dreamt his home was of white shroud
And the bed was with tears

It was the time night set in
And all were asleep
He spied Lady all cloaked in white
She was at the bed feet

How do you you bed said she
How do you your sheets
How do you like your new made
That's lying in arms asleep

Very do I like my bed said he
Still better I like my
But best of all that fair maid
That at my bed feet

He on his milk-white steed
As as the horse could ride
He rode he came to fair Margaret's home
So load he called and

Is Lady Margaret in the
Or is she in the
Or is she in her parlor
Among the all

She's in the house said she
Nor is she in the
There Margaret's in the black coffin
her face turned to the wall

Tear it down, tear it down her ivory
Oh them ever so fine
And let me kiss her cold lips
For I know never kiss mine

Once he kissed her pale white
And twice he kissed her
Three times he kissed her cold corpse
And he fell in her asleep