Luyện nghe bài hát Matty Groves

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

And when the it was done
She her eyes about
And there she saw little Groves
Walking in the

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

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

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

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

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

Little Matty Groves, he lay
And a little sleep
When he awoke, Lord
Was standing at his

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

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

"Well, get up, get up", Donald cried
"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 can't get up for my
For you have two long beaten
And I got a knife"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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