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
nothing in the house to make a boy's britches
Nor shears to cut a cloth with nor thread to take
There's nothing in the but a leaf end of rye
And the with a with the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry
That was in the fall and when came the late fall
Son she said the of you makes your mother's blood crawl
Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' your clothes
And where you get a jacket from God above
It's lucky for me lad 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 pair of bridges nor a shirt to my
I couldn't go to school or out of to play
And all the little 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 silly for an hour or more
Me my long legs draggin' on the floor
I rocked rocked rocked to a goose rhyme
Oh but we were happy for half an time
But there was I a great boy and what would say
To hear my mother me to sleep all day in such a daft way
Men say the winter was bad year fuel was scarce and food was dear
A wind with a head howled about our door
And we burned up the and sat upon the floor
All that was left us was a chair we break
And the with the woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake
The night before Christmas I cried with the
I cried myself to like a two year old
And in the night I felt my mother rise
And stare down me with love in her eyes
I saw my mother sitting on the one good
A light falling on her from I couldn't tell where
Looking and not a day older
And the harp with the head leaned against her shoulder
Her thin fingers in the thin tall strings
Were weave weave weaving wonderful
Many bright from where I couldn't see
Were running through the harp rapidly
And gold threads whistlin' through my hands
I saw the web grow and the pattern
She a child's jacket and when it was done
She laid it on the floor and wove one
She wove a red cloak so to see
She's 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 wove a of mittens she wove a little blouse
She wove all night in the still house
She sang as she worked and the harp spoke
But her voice never faltered and the never broke
But when I awoke there sat my
With the harp her shoulder lookin' nineteen and not a day older
A about her lips and a light about her head
And her hands in the harp strings frozen
And piled up her toppling to the skies
Were the clothes of a king's son just my