Luyện nghe bài hát Our Lady of Solitude

All summer long she me
She gathered in my
many a thorn, from many thickets
Her fingers, a weaver's
and cool

And the light from her body
And the night went through her
All summer she touched me
And I knew her, I her
Face to

And her dress was blue and
And her words were few and
She is the vessel of the whole wide
Mistress, oh
Of us all

Dearly dead, queen of
I thank you my heart
For me so close to thee
While so many, oh, so
apart

And the light came from her
And the went through her grace
All long she touched me
I her, I knew her
to face