Luyện nghe bài hát Our Mother The Mountain

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

She tells me she comes my mother the mountain
Her skin her tightly and her lips do not lie
She silently slips from her throat a
she twirls it in front 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 turns to brine
She leaps the room, she stands in the window
And screams that my first-born will surely be

She throws herself out to the black of the
She's parted her lips but she 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 hills lightly and watch who you're lovin'
By mother the mountain, I swear that it's
Love not a woman with hair as midnight
And her dress made of satin, all shimmering