Luyện nghe bài hát Formentera Lady

Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shore
Cornered by the and the pine
I wander, where sweet sage and strange herbs grow
Down a crumpled sun stony road

Dusty wheels leaning in the sun
Snuff brown walls where Spanish run
Here I'm shadowed by a fig trees fan
Ringed by ants and musing man

I'll my old strings while the sun shine down
Won't climb any high thing while the sun
Formentera lady sing song for me
Formentera lady, sweet

Lamplights on old guitars the travellers strum
children dance to an Indian drum
Here Odysseus for dark circe fell
Still her perfume lingers her spell