Luyện nghe bài hát Lydia

Lydie lit a today,
Ancient fingers in her way
a forty year old coffee cup she sipped a bit of gin,
Closed her and let the memories in.

She in the old place all alone,
Keeps in touch neighbours by the phone,
Grows herbs on the graves of her and his father,
And the trucks never bother her.

Oh Lydie, let him go. the boy is gone,
Her mother struggled as she him from her arms,
Oh Lydia, tears are heaven's rain,
But she was the same.

A cotton dress and shoes,
Indian sun, dressed in amber hues,
Spending time a coal miner's son,
To an old fiddle tune,

The months went by just like a that year,
wed in June, and by the fall the boy was here,,
Word come down big stone, there's a fire in the mine,
And eleven men couldn't find.

Oh Lydie, let him go. the boy is gone,
Her mother struggled as she him from her arms,
Oh Lydia, your are heaven's rain,
But she was the same.

She watched them pull him the hole,
The overalls he wore blackened by the smoke,
twice had had this dream and twice it had come true.
And when she saw his father's she knew.

Oh Lydie, let him go. the boy is gone,
Her struggled as she tore him from her arms,
Oh Lydia, your tears are rain,
But she was the same.

Lydie lit a today,
fumbling fingers in her way
From a forty year old cup she sipped a bit of gin,
her eyes and let the memories in.