Luyện nghe bài hát Our Mother The Mountain

My comes to me with a rose on her bosom
The moon's dancin' purple all through her hair
And a ladies-in-waiting, she stands my window
And the sun will rise on the false and the fair

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

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

So I for her hand and her eyes turns to poison
And her turns to splinters and her flesh turns to brine
She leaps the room, she stands in the window
And screams that my first-born will surely be

She throws herself out to the 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 true is there to be found

So these hills lightly and watch who you're lovin'
By mother the mountain, I swear that true
Love not a woman with hair as midnight
And her dress made of satin, all blue