Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Grow

Morning comes, she follows the path to the river
sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door
See the sun sparkle in the reeds, silver beads, pass the sea

She comes a town where they call her the woodcutter's daughter
brown as the bank where she kneels down to gather her water
And she bears it with a love that the river has taught her
Let it flow, greatly grow, and clear

Round and round, the cut of the plow in the furrowed
Seasons round, the bushels of corn and the meal
Broken ground, open and to the spring
Black live again

The plowman is as the back of the land he is sowing
As he dances the circular of the plow ever knowing
That the work of his day more than the planting and growing
Let it grow, let it grow, yield

What shall we say, shall we call it by a
As well to count the angels on a pin
Water bright as the sky from it came
And the name is on the earth that it in
We not speak but stand inside the rain
And to the thunder shouting, "I am, I am, I am, I am"

So it goes, we what we made since the world began
Nothin' more, the of the women, work of men
round, creatures great and small
Up and down as we and fall

shall we say, shall we call it by a name
As well to the angels dancing on a pin
Water as the sky from which it came
And the name is on the that takes it in
We will not speak but stand inside the
And listen to the shouting, "I am, I am, I am, I am"