Luyện nghe bài hát Silvertine

High on the mountains ridge
Where oft the stormy gale
Cuts life a scythe, while through the
It sweeps from vale to
Not five yards the mountain path,
Silvertine you on the left
And to the left, yards beyond,
You see a little pound.

I around, I thought I saw
A crag, and off I ran,
Head-foremost, through the rain,
The shelter of the to gain;
And, as I am a man,
Instead a jutting crag, I
tower up from the ground...