Luyện nghe bài hát Cyclone of Ryecov

Oh, listen to the story I tell,
sadned with tear dimmed eyes,
Of a dreadful that came this way,
And our schoolhouse 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 appeared it 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 life's early morn I loved to roam,
But now it's so and lone.

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

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

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