Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (Traditional Version)

It happened on one late,
As the maid was to bed,
She a sound, a beautiful 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 stay all night me;
For the very best lodging in Town,
The best I'll to thee."

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

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

"O live, O live, Henry,
an hour or more;
For the very best 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 my own heart's blood,
Come trinkling my knee?"

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

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

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

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

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

"I come down, I shan't come down,
To sit on your knee;
For you have murdered 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,
arrow and your string,
I'd take my flight to the merry lands
And what I'd seen."