Luyện nghe bài hát Mary Mild

Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam

As it fell out on a cold winter day, the of rain did fall.
Our Savior asked of his mother, Mary, if He might go play at ball.

"Go up the hill," His mother said, "and there you will find three children.
But let me hear no complaint of You when You home again."

But the children said, "We are royal sons and we will not at ball,
For You are but a poor maid's child, born in an stall."

"If you are Lord's and Ladies' sons and you not play at ball.
I'll you a bridge of the beams of the sun to play upon us all."

And He built them a bridge of the beams of the sun and over the pools played, all three,
And the called, "Mary, call home your child," their eyes all drowned in tears.

Mary mild (Mary mild, Mary mild), mild (Mary mild) called home her Child.
And when she asked Him, "Why?" He,
"Oh, I built them a bridge of the beams of the sun so they play at ball with me.
So they would with me."