Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Randal

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

"An wha met ye there, Lord Randal, my
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 give you, Lord Randal, my
And wha did she give you, my handsome man?"
"Eels fried in a mother, mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi huntin, and wad lie down."

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

"And becam of them, Lord Randal, my son?
And what becam of them, my young man?"
"They stretched their legs out and mother mak my bed soon,
For I'm wearied wi huntin, and 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 your mother, my young man?"
"Four and twenty milk mother, make my bed soon,
For I'm sick at the heart, and I wad lie down."

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

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