Luyện nghe bài hát Our Mother The Mountain

My lover to me with a rose on her bosom
The moon's dancin' all through her black 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 my mother the mountain
Her fits her tightly and her lips do not lie
She slips from her throat a medallion
Slowly she twirls it in of my eyes

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

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

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

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