Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom Of The Land

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

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

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

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

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

the elms and the poplars
Were all turning backs
the rumbling station
We the trains

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

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

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

I told Sally in
I'll bring you harm
Her breast, it was
And in my palm

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

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

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

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