Luyện nghe bài hát A Tapestry Scorned

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

the wall a tapestry hung
A farmyard, and lane
A pleasant scene, Naïve
With and hay and grain

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

day the image differed
The woman here and
Then close a portrait
It was Rosey there

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

My new love I to see
The rocks 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 bones stiff, and hair was grey
But Rosey looked the

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

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

My was cleared, history sold
Empty was my
a picture on the wall
Of in embrace