🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Monday Morning - Peter, Paul & Mary

 Early one mornin'  mornin' in spring
  hear the birds whistle the nightingales sing
 I met a fair  who sweetly did sing
 I'm going to be married next  morning.
 
  old are you my fair young maid,
 Here in this  this valley so green
 How old are  my fair young maid,
 I'm goin' to be sixteen  Monday mornin'.
 
 Well sixteen years old, that's too young for to 
 So take my advice, five years longer  tarry
 For marriage brings troubles and sorrows 
 So put off your wedding for  mornin'.
 
 You talk like a mad  a man with no skill
 Two  I've been waiting against my own will
 Now  determined to have my own way
 And I'm going  be married next Monday mornin'
 
 And next Monday mornin'  bells they will ring
 And my  love will buy me a gay gold ring
  he'll buy me a new pretty gown
  wear at my wedding next Monday mornin'
 
 Next Monday night  I go to my bed
 And I turn  to the man that I've wed
 Around  middle my two arms I will fling,
  I wish to my soul it was Monday mornin'.