Luyện nghe bài hát Loom Of The Land

It was the end of winter
Along the of the land
I walked with sweet Henry
Hand upon

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

Along the of the land
The bells peeled
From the tower at Saint
Down to Reprobate

And I saw the
All and bright
And Henry breathed
In the majestic

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

The elms and the
Were turning backs
Past the rumbling
We followed their

My hands, they
In the of his coat
Breathing milky air
From in his throat

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

I him, the moon
Was a magical
And that it shone in winter
And silver in

And we and we walked
the endless 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 head upon my shoulder
Now go to sleep