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

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