Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom Of The Land

It was the end of winter
Along the of the land
When I with sweet Sally
upon hand

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 mission peeled
the tower at Saint Mary's
Down to Fields

And I saw that the
Was all blessed and
And Sally breathed
In the majestic

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

Well the and the poplars
Were all turning their
Past the station
We followed the

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

And my hands burned
In the folds of her
Breathing white air
From in her throat

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

I told in whispers
I'll never bring you
Her breast, it was
And warm in my

I told her that the
Was a thing
It gold in the winter
And silver in

And we walked and
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 upon my shoulder
Now try to