Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom Of The Land

It was the end of winter
Along the of the land
I walked with sweet Sally
Hand upon

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

Along the of the land
The bells peeled
From the tower at Saint
to Reprobate Fields

And I saw that the
Was all blessed and
And Sally softly
In the night

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

Well the elms and the
all turning their backs
Past the rumbling
We the trains

We found an untrodden
And followed it
The in the sky
Like a crown

And my hands they
In the folds of her
Breathing milky air
deep in her throat

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

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

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

And we walked and
Across the sands
Just me and my
Along the loom of the

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

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