Luyện nghe bài hát I'll Be Gone

When the quiet comes,
And the softly lies
in the shadow of the mountain;
When the muffled drums
Play to the skies
And the heavens close eyes
be gone.

When the fisher his net,
Makes his craft
And gazes to the west for signs of
When he thinks of his set
His at the door,
As he along the shore
be gone.

When the merchant his shade,
Counts the day's
And smiles bits of idle gossip;
When the all are made
In the tidy sheets,
As he shuffles the streets
be gone.

'Tis pretty, but chains,
And I must be
So fare well ye full contented fellow.
No quiet for me,
No no family,
Now and endlessly,
be gone.