Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Unto Me

Caught in the riddle, woven in the
Ring out the bell sing sing long
up the river, take my hand
Sing of the things we understand
Sing, unto me
A whisper of touches the trees
A of black cloth gone telling the bees
I'm a moth on the wing to the light you lend
me a turnaround turn me to the end
Sing, sing me

I stood by the all of an evening
a lovely epitaph!
As the sun rose over me, a of colour and sound
Rise above us and colour the cold hard

Oh mother mender and sew,
nurture prosper thrive and
Yours is the labour that planted the
yours is the fruit came from the trees
Sing me!
The cloth is magic, the thread is
sing with me we grow old
A basket of buttons a bundle of
Sing yourself my arms!
Sing, sing me

I stood by the all of an evening
what a epitaph, oh!
As her encircled me,
a symphony of and sound
Rise above us and the cold hard ground

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

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