Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind

Catherine high places
High up on the
A place for making
Noises like the
Here she a chapel with
Her image on the
A place where she could and
A place where she wash and listen to the wind blow
She dreamt of voices
And torture on the
Patron-Saint of
A of the hills
She was a lady
Of and high-born
A of the city
But now she sits and moans and listens to the wind
I see her in her
High up on the
She be so lonely
Oh Mother, can't we
A to our Catherine?
A one, a dear
A rich one for the
to listen with