Luyện nghe bài hát Rose of Allendale

The was bright, the night was clear
No breeze over the sea
When left her highland home
And wandered with me
The flowers the mountainside
And fragrance the vale
But by far the sweetest there
Was the rose of

Oh the rose of
Sweet rose of
By far the flower there
Was the rose of

e'er I wandered east or west
Though began to lour
A still was she to me
In sorrow's hour
When tempests lashed our lonely
And rent her sail
One form withstood the storm
the rose of allendale

Oh sweet rose of
Sweet rose of
One form withstood the storm
'twas the rose of

And when my fever'd lips were
On burning sands
She whispered hopes of
And tales of distant
My has been a wilderness
by fortune's wheel
Had fate not my love to hers
The of allendale

Oh sweet rose of
Sweet rose of
Had fate not linked my love to
The rose of