Luyện nghe bài hát Lake Winona

hold my own i won't, i
pull the rope to close, keep close
won't you carefully rest, your hand on my chest, oh

i see an old man, an old man
arms painted blue black, blue black
harvest of plans your frame leaned back, oh

the lake was with light, with light
a you heard from inside, inside
and it called you near, my fears for the night

won't you your home with me in my arms
you made from my bones, for me for my arms