Luyện nghe bài hát Darby's Castle

See the ruins on the hill where the smoke is hanging
Like an echo of an age forgotten
There's a story of a home beneath those blackened stones
And the roof that fell before the were rotten
Darby loved his wife and he labored all his life
To provide her material possessions
And he built for her a home of the wood and stone
And the soon became his sole obsession
Oh it took three hundred for the timbers to be raised
And the was seen for miles around
And the gables reached as high as the in the sky
But it took one night to bring it down
When Darby's castle tumbled to the

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