Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Unto Me

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

I stood by the mountain all of an
what a epitaph!
As the sun over me, a tapestry of colour and sound
above us and colour the cold hard ground

Oh mender stitch and sew,
nurture prosper thrive and
Yours is the labour planted the seeds
yours is the fruit that from the trees
Sing me!
The is magic, the thread is gold
with me till we grow old
A basket of buttons a bundle of
Sing into 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 cover the hard ground

and hewn, carved and wrought
The to be given not sold 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 which we turn our
Leave an imprint on the sands

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