Luyện nghe bài hát Spancil Hill

Last as I lay dreaming,
of the pleasant gone by,
My mind being bent on rambling to I did fly.

I on board a vision
and followed it a will,
'Til I came to anchor
at the Cross of Hill.

And when our did commence, we all knelt down in prayer,
In for to be ready, to climb the Golden Stair.
And back home returning, we danced with right good will,
To Martin Moilen's music, at the of Spancil Hill.

It on the twenty third of June, the day before the fair,
Sure sons and daughters, they all assembled there.
The young, the old, the and the bold, they came to sport and kill,
What a curious combination, at the of Spancil Hill.

So I a flying visit, to my first and only love,
She's as as any lily, and as gentle as a dove.
She threw her arms around me, Mike I love you still,
And she's Mack the Ranger's daughter, and the Pride of Hill.

It being a morning, I thought I heard a bell,
O'er hills and vallies sounded, in that seemed to tell
Of the Joyous King of Angels, his Blessings spill,
On that Glorious of Nature, the Cross of Spancil Hill.