Luyện nghe bài hát Loom Of The Land

It was the dirty end of
Along the of the land
I walked with sweet Henry
Hand hand

And the wind, it bit
For a of no means
With no on her feet
And a knife in her

the loom of the land
The mission peeled
From the tower at Saint
Down to Fields

And I saw the
All blessed and
And Henry softly
In the night

Oh baby, please cry
And try to
little head upon my shoulder
Now we'll go to

The and the poplars
Were turning their
Past the rumbling
We their tracks

My hands, burned
In the folds of his
milky white air
From in his throat

Oh baby, please cry
And try to
Your little head my shoulder
Now go to sleep

I him, the moon
Was a thing
And that it shone gold in
And in spring

And we and we walked
Across the sands
Just me and my
the loom of the land

Oh baby, don't cry
And try to
Oh baby, don't cry
And try to
Your little upon my shoulder
Now go to sleep