Luyện nghe bài hát All Blues Hail Mary

From the mountain a soul
And the stones grow up like
From the mountain a soul
And the stones up like trees

All hail Mary with her roses
But their masterpiece

Cut each blade of grass
Our feet cannot down
The limb of every hanging
time's left hanging round

All sing that love is light not glory
And a story, not a

I won't be death's sad now
I still lie awake
I be death's sad trophy now
While I lie awake
All the sing of love and death and you
As yet to take

How dark this bit of so late
falls across your breast
How this bit of light so late
That falls across your

All blues and the by God and the
I have to
I have to learn the rest