Luyện nghe bài hát A Tapestry Scorned

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

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

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

Each day the differed
The woman here and
Then close like a
It was Rosey standing

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

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

Upon the bed and almost
She down on me
From the tapestry threads her did reach
My spirit now set

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

My home was cleared, sold
Empty was my
'Cept a on the wall
Of lovers in