Luyện nghe bài hát Afghan Woman

Afghan woman, a princess
Born a blue thoroughbred
Head a chiselled face of
of no ill

Hills that around your chamber
that twine around your ears
Blossoms of the royalest texture of the years

Clad in sacks and scraps of
Living 'neath waterwell
that my youthy pauper's face
Will quench you

Gazelle girl striding your palace
Precious jewels nestle in hair
Rameses born platinum future
my heart and care.