Luyện nghe bài hát Holly Ann

She is a
Through her hands the bright thread
Blue green water, willows weeping, silver

She sings and as the shuttle flies
Through the yarn like a dancer
Pink and purple red for a lover's bed

Living of San Francisco
a man who built his house alone
Living in the country
The lights of the golden will lead her home

She is a
In her hands the wooden turns the wool around
Then around

A gypsy Bolinas
and plays the mandolin
Faces smile in the firelight of a night

Living north of San
it's nice to be alone
She says, it's peaceful she is living
The lights of the golden gate lead her home

You can see the bridges of the
Hanging in the air by and stone
She says, peaceful where she's living
The lights of the golden gate lead her home

She is a
Through her hand the bright thread
Blue water, willows weeping, silver stars

She is my
The born when I was older
Her hands are light, her is bright as the summer sun

Living of San Francisco
Sometimes nice to be alone
She says, peaceful in the country
The lights of the golden will lead her home

The lights of the gate will lead her home