Luyện nghe bài hát Darby's Castle

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