Luyện nghe bài hát Cyclone of Ryecov

Oh, listen to the story I tell,
It's sadned with dimmed eyes,
Of a dreadful cyclone that came way,
And blew our away.

Rye Cove, Rye
The place of my and home,
Where in life's morn I once loved to roam,
But now so silent and lone.

When the great storm it darkened the air,
And the flashed over the sky,
the children all cried, "Don't take us away,
But spare us to go home."

Rye Cove, Rye
The of my childhood and home,
Where in early morn I once loved to roam,
But now it's so and lone.

Oh the so sad and fathers the same,
They came to this scene,
searching and crying each found their own child,
Dying on a of stone.

Lord give us a home far the blue skies,
Where and cyclones are unknown,
And there will we stand and clasp hands,
With our children in their home.

Rye Cove, Rye
The of my childhood and home,
in life's early morn I once loved to roam,
But now it's so and lone.