Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom Of The Land

It was the dirty end of
the loom of the land
When I walked sweet Sally
upon hand

And the wind it bit
For a boy of no
With no shoes on his
And a in his jeans

Along the of the land
The bells peeled
From the at Saint Mary's
Down to Reprobate

And I saw that the
Was all and bright
And breathed softly
In the majestic

O baby, please cry
And try to
Your little upon my shoulder
Now go to

the elms and the poplars
Were all their backs
Past the rumbling
We the trains

We an untrodden path
And it down
The in the sky
Like a crown

And my they burned
In the folds of her
Breathing milky air
From deep in her

O baby, don't cry
And try to
Your little head upon my
Now go to

I told Sally in
I'll never you harm
Her breast, it was
And warm in my

I her that the moon
Was a thing
It shone gold in the
And silver in

And we and walked
the endless sands
Just me and my
the loom of the land

O baby, don't cry
And try to
Your little head upon my
Now try to

O baby, don't cry
And you weep
Lay your head my shoulder
Now try to