Luyện nghe bài hát Darby's Castle

See the ruins on the where the smoke is hanging still
Like an echo of an age forgotten
There's a story of a home crushed those blackened stones
And the roof that fell the beams were rotten
Cecil loved his wife and he labored all his life
To provide her material 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 to be raised
And the silhouette was for miles around
And the reached as high as the eagles in the sky
But it only one night to bring it down
When Darby's tumbled to the ground

Though they shared the bed there was precious little said
In the moments that were set aside for
For his busy dreams filled with the rooms he'd yet to build
And he never heard young Darby weeping
Then one night he heard the sound and as he his pencil down
He traced it to her door and the handle
And the pale of the moon through the window of her room
Split the shadows where two lay in tangle
Oh it took hundred days...