Luyện nghe bài hát Matty Groves

A holiday, a
And the first one of the
Lord Donald's wife into the church
The Gospel for to

And the meeting it was done
She cast her eyes
And she saw little Matty Groves
in the crowd

"Come home with me, little Groves
home with me tonight
Come with me, little Matty Groves
And sleep me 'til light"

"Oh, I can't come home, I won't home
And sleep you tonight
By the rings on your
I can you are Lord Donald's wife"

"But if I am Donald's wife
Lord Donald's not at
He is out in the far
Bringing the home"

And a servant who was by
And hearing was said
He swore Lord Donald he know
Before the sun set

And in his hurry to the news
He bent his and ran
And he came to the broad mill stream
He off his shoes and swam

Little Groves, he lay down
And took a sleep
When he awoke, Donald
Was standing at his

Saying, "How do you my feather bed
And how do you my sheets
How do you my lady
Who lies in arms asleep?"

"Oh, well I like your bed
And well I like your
But better I like lady gay
Who in my arms asleep"

"Well, get up, get up", Lord cried
"Get up as as you can
never be said in fair England
I slew a man"

"Oh, I get up, I won't get up
I get up for my life
For you have two long swords
And I got a knife"

"Well, it's true I have two beaten
And cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the of them
And I will the worse"

"And you strike the very first blow
And it like a man
I will the very next blow
And kill you if I can"

So Matty struck the very blow
And he hurt Lord Donald
Donald struck the very next blow
And Matty struck no

And then Lord he took his wife
And he sat her on his
Saying, "Who do you like the of us
Groves or me?"

And then up spoke his own wife
Never heard to so free
"I'd rather a from dead Matty's lips
you or your finery"

Lord Donald, he up
And loudly he did
He struck his wife right the heart
And pinned her against the

"A grave, a grave," Donald cried
"To put lovers in
But my lady at the top
For she was of kin"