Luyện nghe bài hát The Twa Brothers

Two pretty boys were goin' tae the
And one coming home
Says William to John, Can you a stone
Or can you play at a ball, a ball, or can you play at a

John to William, I canna' throw a stone
Little can I at a ball
But if go down to a merry green woods
I'll try you a wrestlin' fall, a fall, I'll try you a

So they went down tae a green woods
the spreadin' bough
The penknife fell out of William's coat
And John his deadly wound, wound, and gave John his deadly

Ah, now you'll take off your Holland shirt
And teer it frae tae gore
And you bind my deadly wounds
That they bleed no more, no more, that they might bleed no

So he's ta'en off his white shirt
And he's torn it frae gore tae
And though he's bound his deadly
Ah, they bled ten times more, more, they bled ten more

Ah but what shall I tell to your dear
This night I go home
Tell him I'm away to a London
And a good scholar I'll come home, home, a good scholar come

Ah but what shall I tell to your sister
This night I go home
Tell her I'm away to a London
And the books I'll bring home, home, the good books I'll bring

Ah but what shall I tell to sweetheart dear
This night when I go
her I'm dead and in the grave laid
And the grass is growin' green, green, the grass is growin'

Ah but what I tell to your stepmother dear
This when I go home
Tell her I'm and in the grave laid
For she I might never come home, home, she prayed I might
come home