Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind

Catherine high places
up on the hills
A place for making
Noises the whales

she built a chapel
With her image on the
A place where she rest and
A place where she could
And listen to the blow

She dreamt of voices
And on the wheel
Patron-saint of
A of the hills

She once was a
Of pleasure and
A of the city
But now she and moans
And listens to the wind

I see her in her
High up on a
She be so lonely
Oh mother, can't we
A to our Catherine?

A handsome one, a
A rich one for the
Someone to listen