Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom Of The Land

It was the end of winter
the loom of the land
When I with sweet Sally
Hand hand

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

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

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

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

Well the elms and the
Were all turning their
the rumbling station
We followed the

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

And my hands burned
In the of her coat
milky white air
From in her throat

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

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

I told her the moon
Was a thing
It shone in the winter
And silver in

And we walked and
the endless sands
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, please cry
And you weep
Lay your upon my shoulder
Now try to