Luyện nghe bài hát Our Mother The Mountain

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

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

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

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

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

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