Luyện nghe bài hát The Loom of The Land

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

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

Along the of the land
The mission peeled
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 please cry
And try to
little hand upon my shoulder
Now go to

The elms and the
turning their backs
Past the rumbling
We the tracks

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

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

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

I sally in whispers
never bring you harm
Her it was small
And in my palm

I her the moon
Was a magical
That it gold in winter
And silver in

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

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