Luyện nghe bài hát Our Mother The Mountain

My lover comes to me 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 rise soon on the false and the fair

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

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

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

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