Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom Of The Land

It was the dirty end of
Along the loom of the
When I walked with Sally
Hand upon

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

the loom of the land
The mission peeled
From the at Saint Mary's
Down to Reprobate

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

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

Well the and the poplars
Were all their backs
Past the station
We the trains

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

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

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

I told Sally in
never bring you harm
Her breast, it was
And warm in my

I told her that the
Was a magical
It gold in the winter
And silver in

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

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

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