Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom of The Land

It was the dirty end of
the loom of the land
When I walked sweet sally
upon 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
From the tower at mary's
to reprobate fields

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

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

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

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

My hands burned
In the folds of her
Breathing white air
deep in her throat

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

I told in whispers
I'll never bring you
Her breast it was
And warm in my

I told her the
Was a thing
That it shone in winter
And silver in

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

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