Luyện nghe bài hát Cyclone of Ryecov

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

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

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

Oh the mothers so sad and the same,
They to this horrible scene,
Then searching and crying each their own child,
on a pillow of stone.

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

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.