Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Randal

"O where ha you been, Randal, my son?
And where ha you been, my handsome man?"
"I ha at the greenwood; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wi hunting, and fain wad lie down."

"An wha met ye there, Randal, my son?
And wha met ye there, my young man?"
"O I met wi my mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi huntin, and wad lie down."

"And what did she you, Lord Randal, my son?
And wha did she give you, my young man?"
"Eels in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wi huntin, and fein wad lie down."

"And what gat your leavins, Lord Randal my
And wha gat your leavins, my young man?"
"My and my hounds; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi huntin, and wad lie down."

"And what of them, Lord Randal, my son?
And what becam of them, my young man?"
"They stretched their out and died; mother mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi huntin, and wad lie down."

"O I you are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son!
I you are poisoned, my handsome young man!"
"O yes, I am mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm at the heart, and fain wad lie down."

"What leave to your mother, Lord Randal, my son?
What leave to your mother, my handsome young man?"
"Four and milk kye; mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm at the heart, and I fain wad lie down."

"What leave to your sister, Lord Randal, my son?
d'ye leave to your sister, my handsome young man?"
"My gold and my mother mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, an I wad lie down."

"What d'ye leave to your brother, Lord Randal, my
What d'ye leave to brother, my handsome young man?"
"My houses and my mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm at the heart, and I fain wad lie down."

"What d'ye to your true-love, Lord Randal, my son?
What d'ye leave to true-love, my handsome young man?"
"I leave her and fire; mother mak my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I wad lie down."