Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Unto Me

Caught in the riddle, in the song
Ring out the bell sing high long
Call up the river, take my
Sing of the we can't understand
Sing, sing me
A of morning touches the trees
A night of black gone telling the bees
I'm like a moth on the wing to the you lend
Bring me a turn me to the end
Sing, sing me

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

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

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

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

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