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

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