Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (Traditional Version)

It on one evening late,
As the maid was to bed,
She a sound, a beautiful sound,
made her heart feel glad.

She thought it was her John,
Returning the cane;
But who should it be but Henry,
Just his wild hunting.

"Get down, get down, Henry,
And all night with me;
For the best lodging in Mulveren Town,
The best I'll to thee."

"I get down, I shan't get down,
To stay all night you;
For there's a prettier girl in the green lands,
That I love much better you."

As he o'er his milk-white steed
And gave her three,
She up a knife in her right hand
And him heartily.

"O live, O live, Henry,
Half an or more;
For the very best in Mulveren Town,
soon be in their care."

"O live, O live, how can I live,
How can I you see,
When l can feel my own blood,
trinkling o'er my knee?"

She called her waiting unto her
To view his so fair,
Saying, "Of all this finery you see here,
The finest you wear."

took him by his curly locks,
Some by his and feet,
And threw him in the cold, well,
was both cold and deep

"Lie there, lie there, Henry,
Till the flesh rots off bones!
That prettier girl in the green lands,
Shall for your return."

was a pretty parrot bird,
Sitting upon a limb,
Saying, "You murdered Henry,
And in the well him."

"Come down, come down, my pretty bird,
And sit on my knee;
Your cage shall be the gold,
And the of ivory."

"I come down, I shan't come down,
To sit on right knee;
For you murdered Lord Henry,
And soon you'd me"

"I I had my bended bow,
My and my string;
I'd a dart so close your heart,
Those notes no more sing."

"O if you had bended bow,
Your and your string,
I'd take my flight to the merry lands
And what I'd seen."