Luyện nghe bài hát Nightingale I

Jacob's heart with fear
Like a bow death for its arrow
In Vain he search for the truth
To set his soul of doubt

the mountains he walked
With his head bent for reasons
he called out to God
For and climbed to the top of a hill

Wind swept the through the wheat fields
In the orchard the nightingale
While the plums that she broke her brown beak
Tomorrow turn in to songs

she flew up through the rain
With the sun silver bright on her
Jacob put back his and sighed and walked
Back the hill