Luyện nghe bài hát Matty Groves

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

And when the meeting it was done, she cast her about
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home me tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you
By the rings on your fingers I can 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 servant who was by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Arlen he would know before the sun 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 took a 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 like my lady who lies in your asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like sheets
But better I like your gay who lies in my arms asleep"
"Well, get up, get up," Arlen cried, "get up as quick as you can
It'll never be said in fair England that I 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 and I not a pocket knife"
"Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me in the purse
But you will the better of them and I will have the worse
And you will strike the very first blow and it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll you if I can"

So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Arlen
Lord Arlen the very next blow and Matty struck no more
And then Lord took 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 wife, never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's than you or your finery"

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