Luyện nghe bài hát Mistress of The Salmon Salt

In the garden
the plants grow strong and tall
Behind the bush lurks a girl
Who them strong and tall
The call her
Quicklime girl........behind her
Quicklime girl........behind the
girl
She's the of the salmon salt
girl
Quicklime
Quicklime

In the fall when return
By harvest time she the score
Ripe and to the eye
Yet somehow to the core
And they her
Quicklime girl........behind her
Quicklime girl........behind the
girl
She's the of the salmon salt
girl
Quicklime
Quicklime

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

springtime now and cares subside
And the planning's almost
And fertile graves it exist
a mile of that duke's joint
Where coast guard crews still take leave
Quite in the sun
And the quicklime girl still plies her
The of the many from the one
And they her
girl........behind her back
Quicklime girl........behind the
Quicklime
She's the mistress of the salmon
girl
Quicklime girl........they her
Quicklime

A harvest of life, a of death
it's course each day
It as if by schedule
A harvester lifts his to the rain
And that crawl
And knees jerk
And necks like swans that seem to
As if to gasp or pray