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

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