Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Grow

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

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

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

The plowman is broad as the back of the land he is
As he dances the circular track of the plow ever
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 it by a name
As well to the angels dancing on a pin
bright as the sky from which it came
And the is on the earth that takes it in
We will not speak but inside the rain
And to the thunder shouting, "I am, I am, I am, I am"

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

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