Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom Of The Land

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

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

the loom of the land
The bells peeled
From the tower at Saint
Down to Reprobate

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

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

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

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

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

O baby, don't cry
And try to
Your little head 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 thing
It gold in the winter
And silver in

And we and walked
Across the endless
me and my Sally
Along the loom of the

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

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