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 stands my window
And the sun will soon on the false and the fair

She tells me she comes from my mother the
Her skin fits her and her lips do not lie
She silently from her throat a medallion
Slowly she twirls it in front of my

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

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

She throws herself out to the black of the
She's her lips but she makes not a sound
I fly down the stairway and I run to the
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 that it's true
not a woman with hair black as midnight
And her dress of satin, all shimmering blue