Luyện nghe bài hát Matty Groves

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

And when the it was done
She cast her about
And there she saw little Groves
in the crowd

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

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

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

And a who was standing by
And hearing was said
He Lord Donald he would know
Before the sun set

And in his hurry to the news
He his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad mill
He off his shoes and swam

Little Groves, he lay down
And took a sleep
he awoke, Lord Donald
Was standing at his

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

"Oh, well I like your bed
And well I like sheets
But better I your lady gay
Who lies in my asleep"

"Well, get up, get up", Lord cried
"Get up as as you can
It'll be said in fair England
I a naked man"

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

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

"And you will strike the first blow
And it like a man
I will strike the very blow
And kill you if I can"

So Matty struck the very blow
And he hurt Lord Donald
Lord Donald struck the 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 then up spoke his own dear
Never heard to speak so
"I'd rather a kiss dead Matty's lips
you or your finery"

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

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