Luyện nghe bài hát My Carol

Ive to fetch my Carol
Ive in the mud
Dirty sheets broken windows
Lies that poor folks tell rich ones

Louder still is the sound of
Is the of love

Where she falls in the in Rome
I the beauty of her song
The blood of priests run in her
She shakes her when taunted so

Stronger still is of her soul
Is the of her soul

And Ive come to her now
My footsteps
Her black hair in my
My arms her waist

My love for her is a bird
Animal in the snow

Slink back under the steps
Black and crooked sticks
victims of modern sin
Walk the dark and then more

Daylight the bells of joy
The of joy

Ive to help her now
My follow
Her black in my face
My arms her waist

Ive to fetch my Carol
Ive in the mud
Dirty sheets outside windows
Lies that poor folks never tell rich

Louder is the sound of love
Is the sound of