Luyện nghe bài hát Scene: A Train Platform In Yorkshire/the House Upon The Hill

House the Hill

High on a hill sits a big old
something wrong inside it.
Spirits the halls
And make no now to hide it.

What will put their souls to
And their ceaseless sighing?
Why do they call out names
And of one who's crying?

MRS.
Well, you're right not to
your uncle certainly isn't
to trouble himself you.

And the hears the whispers
On the dark and still,
And the spirits of secrets
In the house the hill.

MRS.
a hunchback, you see.
And a sour man he was,
and got no good of all his
and a big place till he married.

To my Aunt

MRS.
She a sweet, pretty thing and he'd
walked the world over to get her
a blade of that she wanted. When
she died, it him worse than ever.

High on a hill a big old house
ith wrong inside it.
Someone died, and left
Alone and abide it.

There in the is a lonely man
haunted by her beauty,
Asking what a can be
naught remains but duty.

Is it always so here?

MRS.
the moor. Miles and miles
of wild land that nothing
on but heather and and broom,
and lives on but wild
and sheep.

What is that howling sound?

MRS.
the wind blowing through the bushes
they call it wuthering that
but look that tiny light
far there
that'll be the it will.

And the master the whispers
On the stairways and still,
And the spirits speak of
In the house the hill.