Luyện nghe bài hát Heron Blue

Don't cry my love cry no more
A crashing sky a screen
A city in God's black tears
I bear to see her

She lay under the midnight
Her restless body
Until the magic morning
Like it succumbs her

Her skin her old black dress
Her hair it twists round her
Constricts and like ruthless vines
'Til she overtakes her

Her room is painted blue
Lit by and chandelier
And from her headboard perched so
A million have passed her

Don't cry my love cry no more
It overwhelms my heart
A minor of violins
I cannot to hear them

A shepherds her young birds
She fills mouths and warms their souls
Til they are and good to fly
from her alone she'll die

Cradled on quiet old oak
As heaven blue her fails
A breath of into her lungs
A life, a end in one

Don't sing that old sad no more
It resonates my soul
It haunts me in my waking
I cannot bear to it

Don't play violins no more
Their overtones
They off the floor and walls
I bear to hear them