Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom of The Land

It was the dirty end of
the loom of the land
When I walked with sally
Hand hand

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

the loom of the land
The mission peeled
From the at saint mary's
to reprobate fields

And I saw the world
Was all and bright
And breathed softly
In the majestic

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

The and the poplars
Were their backs
the rumbling station
We the tracks

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

My hands burned
In the folds of her
milky white air
From deep in her

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

I told sally in
I'll bring you harm
Her it was small
And warm in my

I her the moon
Was a magical
That it shone gold in
And in spring

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

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