Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Unto Me

Caught in the riddle, in the song
out the bell sing high sing long
Call up the river, my hand
Sing of the things we can't
Sing, unto me
A whisper of morning touches the
A night of black gone telling the bees
I'm like a moth on the to the light you lend
Bring me a turnaround me to the end
Sing, sing me

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

Oh mother stitch and sew,
nurture thrive and grow
Yours is the labour that planted the
yours is the fruit that came the trees
Sing me!
The cloth is magic, the thread is
with me till we grow old
A of buttons a bundle of yarn
Sing yourself my arms!
Sing, unto me

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

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

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