Luyện nghe bài hát Darby's Castle

See the ruins on the hill 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 fell before the beams were rotten
Cecil loved his wife and he labored all his life
To her with material possessions
And he built for her a home of the finest and stone
And the building became his sole obsession
Oh it three hundred days for the timbers to be raised
And the silhouette was seen for 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

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