Luyện nghe bài hát Darby's Castle

See the on the hill where the smoke is hanging still
an echo of an age long forgotten
There's a story of a home beneath those blackened stones
And the roof that fell the beams were rotten
Seems old Darby his wife and he labored all his life
To provide her with possessions
And he for her a home of the finest wood and stone
And the soon became his sole obsession
Oh it took three hundred days for the timbers to be
And the silhouette was for miles around
And the gables reached as as the eagles in the sky
But it only one night to bring it down when Darby's castle tumbled to the ground
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Though they the common bed there was precious little said
In the moments that were set aside for
For his busy dreams were filled with the rooms he'd yet to
And he never young Helen Darby weeping
Then one night he heard the sound as he laid his pencil
And he traced it to her door and turned the
And the pale light of the through the window of the room
Split the shadows where two bodies lay in
Oh it three hundred days...