Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom of The Land

It was the end of winter
the loom of the land
When I with sweet sally
Hand hand

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

the loom of the land
The mission bells
From the tower at mary's
to reprobate fields

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

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

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

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

My they burned
In the folds of her
Breathing milky air
From in her throat

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

I told in whispers
I'll bring you harm
Her breast it was
And warm in my

I her the moon
Was a thing
That it shone gold in
And silver in

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

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