Luyện nghe bài hát Murder Shanty

Here lie the o' my wayward love
Have on 'em God above
As she would you if she you
And you my wayward love

I her on the cusp o' spring
I gave to her my siller
I kissed her on the cusp o'
Gave to her my siller
And she thought it such a wondrous too

The summer sun that the land
And to glass them desert sands
The summer sun that the land
Turned to glass them sands
And steadied & trembling hands

She stole away me for hours
And the fire with autumn showers
She stole from me for hours
the fire with autumn showers
Bitter is the wine sours

To where & whom i asked to
She smiled, a mocking blow
She'll never smile that way
I ruined her for men
And sent her to her wintry end a...