Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Unto Me

Caught in the riddle, woven in the
Ring out the bell sing high sing
Call up the river, my hand
Sing of the things we understand
Sing, sing me
A whisper of touches the trees
A night of black cloth gone telling the
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 rose me, a tapestry of colour and sound
Rise above us and colour the hard ground

Oh mother stitch and sew,
prosper thrive and grow
Yours is the that planted the seeds
yours is the fruit that came from the
Sing me!
The is magic, the thread is gold
sing me till we grow old
A basket of a bundle of yarn
yourself into my arms!
Sing, sing me

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

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

I by the mountain 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 hard ground.