Luyện nghe bài hát Matty Groves

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

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

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

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

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

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