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

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