Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom of The Land

It was the end of winter
Along the of the land
When I walked with sally
Hand upon

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

the loom of the land
The mission peeled
the tower at saint mary's
Down to reprobate

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

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

The elms and the
Were turning their
Past the rumbling
We followed the

We an untrodden path
And followed it
The in the sky
Like a dislodged

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 upon my shoulder
Now go to

I told in whispers
I'll never you harm
Her breast it was
And in my palm

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

And we walked and
Across the sands
me and my sally
Along the loom of the

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