Luyện nghe bài hát Mary of the Wild Moor

On a cold winter's
As the blew across the wild moor
Poor Mary came wandering home with her
'Til she came to her own father's

"Papa, oh Papa", she
Come and open the door
Or the child in my arms perish and die
the winds that blow across the wild moor

But the old man was to her cries
And not a sound of her voice did he
While the watchdog did howl and the bell tolled
The winds across the wild moor

Oh, how the old man must felt
he came to the door the next morn'
And he found Mary dead but the yet alive
Clutched to his dead mother's breast

Now the old man in grief pined
And the to its mother went soon
And no one they say has there to this day
And the cottage is left to

Now the point out the place
Where the ivy grows the door
Saying there Mary died a fair village bride
From the winds that blew across the wild
From the winds that blew the wild moor