Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom of The Land

It was the end of winter
the loom of the land
When I walked with sweet
upon hand

And the it bit bitter
For a boy of no
no shoes on his feet
And a in his jeans

Along the loom of the
The mission bells
the tower at saint mary's
Down to fields

And I saw that the
Was all and bright
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
Were turning backs
the rumbling station
We followed the

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

My they burned
In the of her coat
Breathing milky air
deep in her throat

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

I told in whispers
never bring you harm
Her it was small
And warm in my

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

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

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