Luyện nghe bài hát Nightingale I

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

Over the mountains he
his head bent searching for reasons
Then he out to God
For help and climbed to the top of a

Wind swept the sunlight through the wheat
In the orchard the nightingale
While the plums that she broke with her brown
would turn in to songs

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