Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of The Harp Weaver

Son said my when I was knee high
You of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the to make a boy's britches
Nor shears to cut a cloth with nor to take stitches
There's in the house but a leaf end of rye
And the harp a with the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the early fall and when the late fall
Son she said the sight of you makes mother's blood crawl
Little shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes
And where you get a jacket from God knows
It's for me lad your daddy's in the ground
And see the way I let his son go around and she made a queer sound
That was in the late fall the winter came
I'd not a of bridges nor a shirt to my name
I couldn't go to or out of doors to play
And all the other boys passed our way
Son my mother come climb into my lap
And I'll chave your knees while you take a nap
And oh but we were for half an hour or more
Me with my long legs draggin' on the
I rocked rocked to a mother goose rhyme
Oh but we were for half an hour's time
But there was I a great boy and what folks say
To hear my mother me to sleep all day in such a daft way
Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce and food was
A wind a wolf's head howled about our door
And we up the chairs and sat upon the floor
All was left us was a chair we couldn't break
And the harp with the woman's head would take for song or pity sake
The night before Christmas I with the cold
I cried to sleep like a two year old
And in the deep night I felt my rise
And stare down upon me with love in her
I saw my mother sitting on the one good
A light falling on her face from I tell where
Looking nineteen and not a day
And the with the woman's head leaned against her shoulder
Her thin moving in the thin tall strings
weave weave weaving wonderful things
Many bright threads from I couldn't see
running through the harp strings rapidly
And gold whistlin' through my mother's hands
I saw the web and the pattern expand
She wove a child's jacket and when it was
She laid it on the floor and wove one
She wove a red so regal to see
made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me
She wove a pair of bridges and quicker that
She wove a pair of boots a little hat
She wove a of mittens she wove a little blouse
She wove all night in the cold house
She as she worked and the harp strings spoke
But her never faltered and the thread never broke
But when I awoke there sat my
the harp against her shoulder lookin' nineteen and not a day older
A smile about her lips and a light about her
And her hands in the harp frozen dead
And piled up beside her to the skies
Were the clothes of a son just my size