Luyện nghe bài hát Formentera Lady

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

Dusty leaning rusting in the sun
brown walls where Spanish lizards run
Here I'm by a dragon fig trees fan
Ringed by and musing over man

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

Lamplights glows on old the travellers strum
Insence dance to an Indian drum
Here Odysseus charmed for dark circe
Still her lingers still her spell