Luyện nghe bài hát A Tapestry Scorned

'Twas a frosted morn in deep
Rosey left for wood
The fire was low just 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 old or young
The artist did
But now upon that fair
A woman rough and

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

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

My new love I to see
The rocks above the
And to my sin I her in
The smile on Rosey's
Days did and I grew old
But Rosey the same
My were stiff, and hair was grey
But looked 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 priest said he thought was right
And carried me away

My home was cleared, sold
was my place
'Cept a picture on the
Of in embrace