Luyện nghe bài hát Matty Groves

A holiday, a
And the one of the year
Lord wife came into the church
The Gospel for to

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

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

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

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

And a who was standing by
And what was said
He swore Donald he would know
the sun would set

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

Little Groves, he lay down
And took a little
When he awoke, Lord
Was at his feet

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

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

"Well, get up, get up", Lord Donald
"Get up as as you can
It'll never be said in England
I a naked man"

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

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

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

So Matty the very first blow
And he Lord Donald sore
Lord Donald struck the very blow
And Matty struck no

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

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

Lord Donald, he up
And he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the
And pinned her the wall

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