Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (tranditional version)

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

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

"Get down, get down, Henry,
And all night with me;
For the very lodging 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 prettier in the merry green lands,
That I love much better you."

As he leaned his milk-white steed
And kisses 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 doctors in Mulveren Town,
You'll soon be in 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 waiting maids her
To his body so fair,
Saying, "Of all this you see around here,
The finest you wear."

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

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

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

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

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

"I wish I had my 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 arrow and string,
I'd take my flight to the green lands
And tell I'd seen."