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

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