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 stands 'neath my
And the sun will rise soon on the and the fair

She tells me she from my mother the mountain
Her fits her tightly and her lips do not lie
She silently slips from her a medallion
Slowly she twirls it in of my eyes

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

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

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

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