Luyện nghe bài hát St John The Gambler

When she had twenty years she turned to her
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 my sorrow forever
And men lie deep 'round the door
The only salvation that's for the asking
So mother, think on me no

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

For a likes his women fancy
Fancy she be
And the fire of her would keep 'way the cold
And her was a sight to see

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

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

To a funeral drawn a
'Neath the cross of twenty