Luyện nghe bài hát Our Mother The Mountain

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

She tells me she comes from my mother the
Her skin fits her tightly and her do not lie
She silently slips from her throat a
Slowly she 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 and her eyes turns to poison
And her hair turns to and her flesh turns to brine
She leaps 'cross the room, she stands in the
And screams my first-born will surely be blind

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 love is there to be found

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