Luyện nghe bài hát St John The Gambler

When she had twenty she turned to her mother
Saying mother, I know you'll grieve
But I've given my soul to St. John the
Tomorrow time to leave

For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow
And dead men lie deep the door
The only salvation that's mine for the
So mother, think on me no

An' winter high 'round the mountains breast
And the cold of a thousand
Lay heaped the forests leaf
But she dressed in

For a gambler likes his fancy
she would be
And the of her longing would keep 'way the cold
And her dress was a to see

But the was long beneath the feet
She her frozen breath
In search of a certain St. the gambler
to her death

She heard his laughter right down the mountains
And danced with her tears
To a funeral drawn a
'Neath the cross of twenty

To a funeral drawn a
the cross of twenty years