Luyện nghe bài hát Our Mother The Mountain

My lover comes to me with a on her bosom
The moon's dancin' purple all through her 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 comes my mother the mountain
Her skin her tightly and her lips do not lie
She silently slips from her throat a
Slowly she twirls it in of my eyes

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

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

She throws herself out to the black of the
She's parted her but she makes not a sound
I fly down the and I run to the garden
No of my true love is there to be found

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