Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (Traditional Version)

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

She it was her brother John,
Returning the cane;
But who it be but Lord Henry,
Just from his hunting.

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

"I get down, I shan't get down,
To stay all with you;
For a prettier girl in the merry green lands,
That I love better than you."

As he leaned his milk-white steed
And gave her three,
She held up a knife in her hand
And him heartily.

"O live, O live, Henry,
an hour or more;
For the very doctors in Mulveren Town,
You'll 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 maids unto her
To view his so fair,
Saying, "Of all finery you see around here,
The finest you wear."

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

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

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

"Come down, down, my pretty parrot bird,
And sit on my right
Your shall be the finest gold,
And the of ivory."

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

"I I had my bended bow,
My arrow and my
I'd pierce a dart so close heart,
notes no more you'd sing."

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