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 with me
Come with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't home and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my wife"
"But if I am Lord 's wife, Lord Arlen's not at home
He is out in the far cornfields bringing the home"

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

Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little
When he awoke, Lord was standing at his feet
Saying "How do you like my bed and how do you like my sheets
How do you my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed and I like your sheets
But better I like your 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 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 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 first blow and it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and kill you if I can"

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

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