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

  one mornin' one mornin' in spring
 To hear  birds whistle the nightingales sing
 I met a fair maiden  sweetly did sing
 I'm going to be married next  morning.
 
 How old are you my  young maid,
 Here in this valley this valley  green
 How old  you my fair young maid,
 I'm goin' to be  next Monday mornin'.
 
 Well  years old, that's too young for to marry
 So take my  five years longer to tarry
 For  brings troubles and sorrows begin
 So put  your wedding for Monday mornin'.
 
 You talk like a mad man, a man  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 will 
 And my true  will buy me a gay gold ring
 Also he'll buy me  new pretty gown
 To wear at  wedding next Monday mornin'
 
 Next Monday night when I go  my bed
 And I turn round to the man that  wed
 Around his middle my two arms  will fling,
 And I  to my soul it was Monday mornin'.