Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (Traditional Version)

It happened on one late,
As the was going to bed,
She heard a sound, a sound,
That made her heart glad.

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

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

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

As he leaned 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 hour or
For the very best doctors in Town,
You'll soon be in care."

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

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

Some took him by his 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 prettier 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 knee;
Your shall be the finest gold,
And the of ivory."

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

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

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