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

 Early one mornin'  mornin' in spring
 To hear the birds whistle the  sing
 I met  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  you my fair young maid,
  goin' to be sixteen next Monday mornin'.
 
 Well sixteen years old, that's too  for to marry
 So take my advice, five years  to tarry
 For marriage brings troubles  sorrows begin
  put off your wedding for Monday mornin'.
 
 You talk  a mad man, a man with no skill
 Two  I've been waiting against my own will
 Now I'm determined to have  own way
 And I'm going to be  next Monday mornin'
 
 And next Monday mornin' the  they will ring
 And my true love will buy me  gay gold ring
 Also he'll  me a new pretty gown
 To wear at  wedding next Monday mornin'
 
 Next Monday  when I go to my bed
 And I turn round to the man  I've wed
 Around  middle my two arms I will fling,
 And I wish to my soul it was Monday