Luyện nghe bài hát Mistress of The Salmon Salt

In the garden
Where the plants strong and tall
Behind the bush there a girl
Who makes strong and tall
The villagers her
Quicklime girl........behind her
Quicklime girl........behind the
Quicklime
She's the of the salmon salt
Quicklime
girl
Quicklime

In the fall plants return
By harvest time she knows the
Ripe and to the eye
Yet rotten to the core
And call her
Quicklime girl........behind her
girl........behind the bush
Quicklime
She's the mistress of the salmon
girl
Quicklime
girl

A harvest of life a of death
One body of one body of death
And when you've and choked to death
With laughter and a little
I'll the quicklime, friend
For ripe and ready grave
For ripe and ready grave

springtime now and cares subside
And the planning's done
And fertile it seems exist
Within a mile of that joint
Where coast guard still take their leave
listless in the sun
And the quicklime still plies her trade
The of the many from the one
And they her
Quicklime girl........behind her
girl........behind the bush
girl
She's the of the salmon salt
Quicklime
girl........they call her
Quicklime

A harvest of life, a harvest of
Resumes course each day
It as if by schedule
A harvester lifts his to the rain
And that crawl
And knees that
And necks like that seem to turn
As if inclined to or pray