Luyện nghe bài hát A Tapestry Scorned

'Twas a frosted in winter deep
When Rosey for wood
The fire was low just a glow
When Rosey left for

Upon the wall a tapestry
A farmyard, brook and
A pleasant scene, Naïve
wheat and hay and grain

No old or young
The did include
But now upon landscape fair
A woman and crude

Each day the image
The here and there
Then like a portrait
It was Rosey standing

I met a one summers day
I thought to make my
On getting home, the red
Rosey with a knife!

My new I took to see
The above the lake
And to my sin I her in
The on Rosey's face
did pass and I grew old
But Rosey looked the
My were stiff, and hair was grey
But Rosey looked the

the bed and almost dead
She looked on me
From the threads her hand did reach
My spirit now set

a time my friends did come
And were to see me pale
The priest said he thought was right
And they carried me

My was cleared, history sold
was my place
'Cept a on the wall
Of in embrace