Luyện nghe bài hát Our Mother The Mountain

My lover comes to me with a on her bosom
The dancin' purple all through her black hair
And a ladies-in-waiting, she stands 'neath my
And the sun rise soon on the false and the fair

She tells me she comes my mother the mountain
Her skin fits her and her lips do not lie
She silently slips from her throat a
Slowly she twirls it in front of my

I watch her, I her, I long for to touch her
The satin she's wearin' is shimmering
Outside my window, her are sleeping
My have gone hunting, the howling is through

So I reach for her hand and her turns to poison
And her hair turns to splinters and her flesh to brine
She leaps 'cross the room, she stands in the
And screams that my first-born surely be blind

She herself out to the black of the nightfall
She's her lips but she makes not a sound
I fly the stairway and I run to the garden
No trace of my love is there to be found

So walk these hills and watch who you're lovin'
By mother the mountain, I swear that it's
not a woman with hair black as midnight
And her dress of satin, all shimmering blue