Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Randal

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

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

"And did she give you, Lord Randal, my son?
And wha did she you, my handsome 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 my son?
And wha gat leavins, my handsome young man?"
"My hawks and my mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi huntin, and wad lie down."

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

"O I fear you are poisoned, 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 d'ye leave to your mother, Lord Randal, my
What d'ye leave to mother, my handsome young man?"
"Four and twenty 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?
What d'ye leave to your sister, my young man?"
"My gold and my mother mak my bed soon,
For I'm at the heart, an I fain wad lie down."

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

"What d'ye to your true-love, Lord Randal, my son?
What d'ye to your 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."