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