Luyện nghe bài hát Tapestry

My has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue,
An everlasting of the ever-changing view
A wondrous woven in bits of blue and gold
A to feel and see, impossible to hold

Once, amid the soft, silver in the sky,
There a man of fortune, a drifter passing by
He wore a torn and tattered cloth his leathered hide,
And a coat of many colors, yellow, on either side

He with some uncertainty, as if we didn't know
Just he was there for, or where he ought to go
Once he reached for golden, hanging from a tree,
And his hand came down

Soon within my tapestry, along the road,
He sat on a river rock and turned into a toad
It seemed that he had fallen into wicked spell,
And I wept to see him suffer, I didn't know him well

As I watched in sorrow, there suddenly
A figure, gray and ghostly, a flowing beard
In times of darkness, I've seen him dressed in black
Now my tapestry's unraveling; he's come to me back
come to take me back