Luyện nghe bài hát Matty Groves

A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the
Lord DArlen's wife into the church,
the for to hear.

And when the meeting it was done, she her eyes about
And she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home me tonight
Come with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By the on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife"
"But if I am Lord Arlen 's wife, Lord not at home
He is out in the far bringing the yearlings home"

And a who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord he would know before the sun would set
And in his hurry to the news, he bent his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he

Little Matty Groves, he lay down and a little sleep
When he awoke, Lord was standing at his feet
Saying "How do you my feather bed and how do you like my sheets
How do you my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your bed and well I like your sheets
But better I your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep"
"Well, get up, get up," Lord cried, "get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair that I slew a naked man"
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I get up for my life
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a knife"
"Well it's I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse
But you will the better of them and I will have the worse
And you will strike the very blow and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll you if I can"

So Matty the very first blow and he hurt Lord Arlen sore
Lord Arlen the very next blow and Matty struck no more
And then Lord Arlen his wife and he sat her on his knee
Saying "Who do you like the of us, Matty Groves or me?"
And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to so free
"I'd rather a from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery"

Lord Arlen he up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and her against the wall
"A grave, a grave," Lord cried, "to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of kin"