Luyện nghe bài hát Lydia

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

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

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

A cotton and satin shoes,
Indian summer sun, dressed in hues,
time with a coal miner's son,
To an old time tune,

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

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.

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

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

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