Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind

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

she built a chapel
With her on the wall
A place she could rest and
A place she could wash
And listen to the wind

She of children's voices
And on the wheel
of nothing
A of the hills

She once was a
Of and high-born
A of the city
But now she sits and
And listens to the blow

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

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