Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of The Harp Weaver

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