Luyện nghe bài hát Mary of the Wild Moor

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

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

But the old man was deaf to her
And not a of her voice did he hear
While the watchdog did howl and the village tolled
The blew across the wild moor

Oh, how the old man must have
When he to the door the next morn'
And he found Mary but the child yet alive
close to his dead mother's breast

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

Now the villagers point out the
the ivy grows over the door
Saying there Mary once a fair village bride
From the that blew across the wild moor
the winds that blew across the wild moor