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
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 bells
the tower at saint mary's
Down to reprobate

And I saw the world
Was all blessed and
And sally softly
In the night

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

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

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

My hands burned
In the of her coat
Breathing white air
From in her throat

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

I sally in whispers
I'll never bring you
Her breast it was
And warm in my

I told her the
Was a magical
That it shone gold in
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 little head upon my
Now go to