Luyện nghe bài hát Matty Groves

A holiday, a holiday, and the one of the year
Lord DArlen's came 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 me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
Come with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I come home and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on fingers 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 bringing the yearlings home"

And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was
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 when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his 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 feather bed and how do you my sheets
How do you my lady who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your
But I like your lady gay who lies 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 get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
For you have two long swords and I not a pocket knife"
"Well it's true I have two swords and they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the of them and I will have the worse
And you will strike the very first and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll you if I can"

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

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