Luyện nghe bài hát Let It Grow

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

She comes from a town they call her the woodcutter's daughter
She's brown as the bank where she down to gather her water
And she it away with a love that the river has taught her
Let it flow, grow, wide 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 dirt again

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

What shall we say, 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 is on the earth that takes it in
We will not speak but stand inside the
And to the thunder shouting, "I am, I am, I am, I am"

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

shall we say, shall we call it by a name
As to count the angels dancing on a pin
Water bright as the sky which it came
And the name is on the 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"