Luyện nghe bài hát Love Henry

Words and Music by Bob Dylan (1993 Special Music)

Original of Henry Lee. Nick's version is also available.

"Get down, get down, Henry," she cried,
"And stay all night me.
I gold chains, and the finest I have
I'll them all to thee."

"I get down and I shan't get down,
Or stay all night thee.
Some pretty little girl in
I love far better thee."

He laid his on a pillow of down.
Kisses she him three.
With a knife that she held in her hand
She murdered he.

"Get well, get well, Henry, " she cried,
"Get well, get well," she.
"Oh don't you see my own blood
Come down so free?"

She took him by his yellow hair,
And by his feet.
She him into well water, where
It runs both and deep.

"Lie there, lie there, Henry," she cried,
"Til the rots off your bones.
Some pretty little in Cornersville
mourn for your return."

"Hush up, up, my parrot," she cried,
"Don't no news on me,
Or these costly around my neck,
apply them all to thee.

"Fly down, fly down, parrot," she cried,
"And light on my knee.
The doors to your cage shall be decked with
And on a willow tree."

"I won't fly down, I fly down
And light on right knee.
A girl who would murder her own love
Would a little bird like me."