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

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