Luyện nghe bài hát Heron Blue

Don't cry my don't cry no more
A crashing sky a rolling
A drown in God's black tears
I cannot to see her

She lay under the midnight
Her restless stiring
Until the magic hour
Like it succumbs her

Her baby skin her old dress
Her hair it round her necklace
Constricts and chokes ruthless vines
'Til she overtakes her

Her room is painted blue
Lit by candlelight and
And from her perched so high
A million dreams passed her

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

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

on quiet old oak limbs
As blue her light fails
A breath of soot her lungs
A life, a end in one

Don't sing that old sad no more
It inside my soul
It me in my waking dream
I bear to hear it

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