Luyện nghe bài hát Gartan Mother's Lullaby

Sleep, O babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight's
Eeval from the grey rock to wrap the world in thrall.
A van o, my child, my joy, my love and heart's desire.
The sing you lullaby beside the dying fire.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Man's thorn is in rings of fog;
Sheevra sails his 'til morn upon the starry bog.
A lyan van o, the paly moon hath her cusp in dew
And weeps to the sad, sleep tune I sing, o love, to you.
Sleep, O babe, ...