Luyện nghe bài hát Monday Morning

Early one mornin', one in spring
To the birds whistle, the nightingales sing
I met a fair maiden who did sing
'I'm to be married next Monday morning'

How old are you my fair young
Here in this valley, this valley so
How old are you my young maid?
"I'm goin' to be sixteen next morning"

sixteen years old, that's too young for to marry
So take my advice, five longer to tarry
For marriage brings troubles and begin
So put off your wedding for Monday

You talk a mad man, a man with no skill
Two years been waiting against my own will
And now I'm to have my own way
And I'm going to be next Monday morning

And next morning the bells they will ring
And my true love will buy me a gay gold
Also buy me a new pretty gown
To at my wedding next Monday morning

monday night when I go to my bed
And I round to the man that I've wed
Around his middle my two I will fling
And I wish to my soul it was Monday