Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Unto Me

Caught in the riddle, in the song
Ring out the bell high sing long
Call up the river, take my
Sing of the things we can't
Sing, sing me
A whisper of morning touches the
A night of black cloth gone telling the
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 me, a tapestry of colour and sound
Rise above us and colour the cold ground

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

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

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

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