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,
Just his wild hunting.

"Get down, get down, Henry,
And all night 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 with you;
For there's a girl in the merry green lands,
That I much better than 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 or more;
For the very best in Mulveren 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 trinkling my knee?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I wish I had my bow,
My and my string;
I'd a dart so close your 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 tell I'd seen."