Luyện nghe bài hát Skellig

O the candle, John
The daylight has almost
The birds have sung last
The call all to mass

Sit here by my
For the night is very
There's something I tellBefore I pass along

I joined the My books were all to me
I scribed the words of GodAnd much of

a year was IPerched out upon the sea
The waves would my tears,
The wind, my

I'd the ocean breathe
upon the shore
I knew the tempest's bloodIts wrath I would

And so the went by
Within my cell
only a mouse or bird
My friend; I loved them

And so it to pass
I'd come to Romani
And many a it took
Till I arrived here thee

On dusty roads I
And mountains high
rivers running deep
Beneath the sky

Beneath these flowers
these cypress trees
I you now my books
And all their

Now take the
And it on its head
For the sands are still
'Tis you'll find me dead

O the candle, John
The daylight is almost
The birds have sung their
The call all to mass