Luyện nghe bài hát Nightingale I

Jacob's heart bent with
a bow with death for its arrow
In Vain he for the final truth
To set his soul free of

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

Wind swept the sunlight through the fields
In the orchard the sang
While the that she broke with her brown beak
Tomorrow would turn in to

Then she up through the rain
the sun silver bright on her feathers
Jacob put back his frowns and sighed and
Back down the