Luyện nghe bài hát Roots of Oak

Driving across the
Of Scotland in our rover

of cloud falls
And it a chill
High o'er
hover the hill
Just begun is my
And my name
I am the juggler of and fame

Let me not hear figures and logic
would I hear lore legends and magic (x 4)

Feathers of
Slithers of
Armour of
In the shoal
Sun in the
T'is blood red
a-weary
Do make bed

Let me not facts figures and logic
Fain would I lore legends and magic (x 4)