Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad Of Mary (Queen Of Scots)

My fingers the solid stones
and cold, they keep me from home
Imprisoned a wingless dove
Far away the land I love

Lonely days lonely years
I have cried a thousand
All that I to gain
Is lost the effort was in

At hill I lost my crown
My fled, my luck went down
In hands I fell
18 years a hell

The crown belongs to me
Yet I'm bound, I cannot
With claws England holds tight
All is lost, no to fight

Silence, everywhere

Cold walls are my
Loneliness my soul
been true, I gave my heart
Stained tears I

I long to be free
To walk in peace
Scotland cries, her queen is
her friend again