Luyện nghe bài hát Our Mother The Mountain

My lover comes to me a rose on her bosom
The moon's purple all through her black hair
And a ladies-in-waiting, she 'neath my window
And the sun will soon 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 slips from her throat a medallion
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 eyes to poison
And her hair turns to splinters and her flesh to brine
She leaps 'cross the room, she in the window
And that my first-born will surely be blind

She throws herself out to the black of the
parted her lips but she makes not a sound
I fly down the 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 the mountain, I swear that it's true
not a woman with hair black as midnight
And her dress of satin, all shimmering blue