Luyện nghe bài hát Matty Groves

A holiday, a
And the one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the
The for to hear

And the meeting it was done
She cast her eyes
And there she saw little Matty
in the crowd

"Come home me, little Matty Groves
Come home with me
Come home with me, little Groves
And sleep me 'til light"

"Oh, I can't come home, I won't home
And sleep with you
By the on your fingers
I can tell you are Donald's wife"

"But if I am Lord wife
Lord Donald's not at
He is out in the far
Bringing the home"

And a who was standing by
And hearing what was
He swore Lord Donald he would
the sun would set

And in his to carry the news
He bent his and ran
And when he to the broad mill stream
He off his shoes and swam

Little Matty Groves, he lay
And a little sleep
When he awoke, Donald
Was at his feet

Saying, "How do you my feather bed
And how do you my sheets
How do you my lady
Who lies in arms asleep?"

"Oh, I like your feather bed
And I like your sheets
But better I like your gay
Who in my arms asleep"

"Well, get up, get up", Lord Donald
"Get up as as you can
It'll never be said in England
I slew a man"

"Oh, I can't get up, I get up
I get up for my life
For you have two long swords
And I got a knife"

"Well, it's true I have two beaten
And cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of
And I will the worse"

"And you strike the very first blow
And strike it a man
I will strike the next blow
And I'll you if I can"

So Matty struck the very first
And he Lord Donald sore
Lord Donald the very next blow
And struck no more

And Lord Donald he took his wife
And he sat her on his
Saying, "Who do you like the of us
Matty or me?"

And up spoke his own dear wife
heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a from dead Matty's lips
you or your finery"

Lord Donald, he up
And loudly he did
He struck his right through the heart
And her against the wall

"A grave, a grave," Donald cried
"To put lovers in
But bury my at the top
For she was of kin"