Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (tranditional version)

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

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

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

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

As he o'er his milk-white steed
And kisses 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 best doctors in Town,
You'll soon be in care."

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

She her waiting maids unto her
To his body so fair,
Saying, "Of all this finery you see here,
The finest you wear."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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