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,
made her heart feel glad.

She thought it was her John,
Returning from the
But who it be but Lord Henry,
Just his wild hunting.

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

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

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

"O live, O live, Henry,
Half an hour or
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 feel my own blood,
Come o'er 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,
by his hands and feet,
And threw him in the cold, well,
Which was both and deep

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

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

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

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

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

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