Luyện nghe bài hát A Tapestry Scorned

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

the wall a tapestry hung
A farmyard, brook and
A pleasant scene, Naïve
With wheat and hay and

No old or young
The artist did
But now upon that landscape
A woman and crude

Each day the differed
The woman here and
Then like a portrait
It was standing there

I met a one summers day
I thought to my wife
On home, the picture red
'Twas with a knife!

My new love I to see
The rocks the lake
And to my sin I her in
The smile on face
Days did pass and I old
But looked the same
My bones were stiff, and was grey
But Rosey the same

Upon the bed and almost
She looked on me
From the tapestry threads her hand did
My now set free

After a my friends did come
And were sorry to see me
The said what he thought was right
And they carried me

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