Luyện nghe bài hát A Tapestry Scorned

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

Upon the wall a hung
A farmyard, brook and
A scene, Naïve theme
With and hay and grain

No figures old or
The artist did
But now that landscape fair
A rough and crude

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

I met a maid one day
I to make my wife
On getting home, the red
'Twas with a knife!

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

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

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

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