Luyện nghe bài hát A Tapestry Scorned

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

Upon the wall a tapestry
A farmyard, and lane
A pleasant scene, theme
wheat and hay and grain

No figures old or
The artist did
But now upon that fair
A woman and crude

day the image differed
The here and there
Then close like a
It was standing there

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

My new I took 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 down on me
From the tapestry threads her did reach
My spirit now set

After a my friends did come
And sorry to see me pale
The priest said he thought was right
And they me away

My home was cleared, history
was my place
'Cept a picture on the
Of lovers in