Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom Of The Land

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

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

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

And I saw that the
Was all blessed and
And Sally breathed
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 their backs
the rumbling station
We followed the

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

And my they burned
In the folds of her
milky white air
From in her throat

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

I told Sally in
I'll never bring you
Her breast, it was
And in my palm

I told her the moon
Was a magical
It shone gold in the
And in spring

And we walked and
Across the endless
Just me and my
Along the of the land

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

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