Luyện nghe bài hát Lady Mary

He came his palace grand
He came to my cottage
His were few but his looks
Will linger for
The look in his sad dark
More tender than words be
But I was to him
And he was the to me.

There in her garden she
All dressed in fine satin and
Mary so cold and so strange
In her heart she find no place.
He I would be his bride
With a kiss for a fee
But I was to him
And he was the to me.

Now in his grand
On a flower strewn bed he
His beautiful lids are
On his sad dark eyes
And among the who mourn
Why should I a be
For I was to him
And he was the to me.

For I was to him
And he was the to me.