Luyện nghe bài hát I'll Be Gone

When the quiet comes,
And the softly lies
in the shadow of the mountain;
When the twilight's muffled
tattoos to the skies
And the close their eyes
be gone.

When the fisher his net,
his craft secure
And gazes to the west for of weather;
he thinks of his table set
His at the door,
As he plods along the
be gone.

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

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