Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom Of The Land

It was the dirty end of
Along the loom of the
When I with sweet Sally
Hand upon

And the it bit bitter
For a boy of no
no shoes on his feet
And a knife in his

Along the loom of the
The bells peeled
From the tower at Saint
Down to Fields

And I saw the world
Was all and bright
And Sally softly
In the night

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

Well the and the poplars
Were all turning backs
Past the rumbling
We the trains

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

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

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

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

I her that the moon
Was a thing
It shone in the winter
And in spring

And we walked and
Across the sands
me and my Sally
Along the of the land

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

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