Luyện nghe bài hát Matty Groves

A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the
Lord DArlen's wife came the church,
the for to hear.

And when the meeting it was done, she cast her about
And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the
"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home me tonight
Come with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my wife"
"But if I am Lord Arlen 's wife, Arlen's not at home
He is out in the far bringing the yearlings home"

And a servant who was standing by and hearing was said
He swore Lord he would know before the sun would set
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his and ran
And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he

Little Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
he awoke, Lord Arlen was standing at his feet
Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you my sheets
How do you like my who lies in your arms asleep?"
"Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like sheets
But better I like your gay who lies in my arms asleep"
"Well, get up, get up," Lord Arlen cried, "get up as as you can
It'll never be said in fair that I slew a naked man"
"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my
For you two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife"
"Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they me deep in the purse
But you will the better of them and I will have the worse
And you strike the very first blow and strike it like a man
I will strike the very next blow and I'll you if I can"

So Matty struck the very blow and he hurt Lord Arlen sore
Lord Arlen struck the next blow and Matty struck no more
And then Lord took his wife and he sat her on his knee
Saying "Who do you the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"
And then up his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead lips than you or your finery"

Lord Arlen he up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her the wall
"A grave, a grave," Lord Arlen cried, "to put these in
But bury my at the top for she was of noble kin"