Luyện nghe bài hát Young Hunting (tranditional version)

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

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

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

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

As he leaned o'er his milk-white
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 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 my own heart's blood,
trinkling o'er my knee?"

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

Some took him by his locks,
Some by his 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 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 threw him."

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

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

"I wish I had my bow,
My and my string;
I'd pierce a dart so your heart,
notes no more you'd sing."

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