Luyện nghe bài hát Sing Unto Me

Caught in the riddle, woven in the
Ring out the bell sing sing long
up the river, take my hand
Sing of the we can't understand
Sing, unto 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 light you
me a turnaround turn me to the end
Sing, unto me

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

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

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

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

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