Luyện nghe bài hát Lydia

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

She in the old place all alone,
in touch with neighbours by the phone,
Grows on the graves 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 are heaven's rain,
But she was the same.

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

The went 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 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 tears are rain,
But she was the same.

She them pull him from the hole,
The overalls he were blackened by the smoke,
Lydie twice had had this dream and 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 tears are 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,
Closed her eyes and let the in.