Luyện nghe bài hát Our Mother The Mountain

My lover comes to me 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 from my mother the mountain
Her skin her tightly and her lips do not lie
She silently from her throat a medallion
she twirls it in front 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 ladies are
My dogs have gone hunting, the howling is

So I reach for her hand and her eyes turns to
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 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 stairway and I run to the
No trace of my true is there to be found

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