Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Unto Me

Caught in the riddle, in the song
Ring out the bell sing sing long
Call up the river, take my
Sing of the things we understand
Sing, unto me
A of morning touches the trees
A night of black gone telling the bees
I'm like a on the wing to the light you lend
Bring me a turnaround me to the end
Sing, unto me

I stood by the all of an evening
what a epitaph!
As the sun rose over me, a tapestry of colour and
Rise above us and colour the hard ground

Oh mother mender and sew,
nurture prosper and grow
is the labour that planted the seeds
yours is the fruit that from the trees
Sing me!
The cloth is magic, the thread is
sing me till we grow old
A basket of buttons a of yarn
yourself into my arms!
Sing, unto me

I by the mountain all of an evening
a lovely epitaph, oh!
As her encircled me,
a symphony of colour and
Rise above us and cover the cold hard

Sewn and hewn, and wrought
The things to be not sold nor bought
The to which we turn our hands
Leave an imprint on the rippling
Sewn and hewn, carved and
The to be given not sold nor bought
The things to which we turn our
Leave an imprint on the rippling

I by the mountain all of an evening
a lovely epitaph oh!
As the sun set over me, a symphony of and sound
Rise above us and cover the cold ground.