Luyện nghe bài hát Lydia

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.

She lives in the old all alone,
in touch with neighbours by the phone,
Grows on the graves of her firstborn and his father,
And the coal trucks bother her.

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

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

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

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.

She watched them him from the hole,
The he wore were blackened by the smoke,
Lydie had had this dream and twice it had come true.
And when she saw his boots she knew.

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

Lydie lit a today,
Ancient fumbling in her way
From a forty year old coffee cup she a bit of gin,
Closed her eyes and let the in.