Luyện nghe bài hát Our Mother The Mountain

My comes 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 rise soon on the false and the

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

I watch her, I her, I long for to touch her
The satin she's wearin' is blue
Outside my window, her are sleeping
My dogs gone 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 turns to
She 'cross the room, she stands in the window
And screams that my first-born will surely be

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

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