Luyện nghe bài hát Matty Groves

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

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

And a who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Arlen he 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 and he swam

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

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

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