Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom of The Land

It was the end of winter
Along the of the land
I walked 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 loom of the
The mission peeled
the tower at saint mary's
Down to reprobate

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

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

The elms and the
turning their backs
Past the station
We the tracks

We found an untrodden
And followed it
The in the sky
a dislodged crown

My hands they
In the folds of her
Breathing milky air
From deep in her

O please don't cry
And try to
Your little head upon my
Now go to

I sally in whispers
I'll never you harm
Her it was small
And in my palm

I her the moon
Was a thing
That it shone in winter
And in spring

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

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