Luyện nghe bài hát Monday Morning

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

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

Well sixteen years old, that's too for to marry
So take my advice, five years 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 I've waiting against my own will
And now I'm determined to my own way
And I'm going to be married next morning

And next Monday morning the bells they will
And my love will buy me a gay gold ring
he'll buy me a new pretty gown
To wear at my wedding Monday morning

Next monday when I go to my bed
And I turn to the man that I've wed
Around his middle my two arms I will
And I wish to my soul it was morning