Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Randal

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

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

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