Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Unto Me

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

I by the mountain all of an evening
what a epitaph!
As the sun rose over me, a of colour and sound
Rise us and colour the cold hard ground

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

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

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

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