Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind

Catherine liked places
High up on the
A for making noises
Noises like the

Here she a chapel
With her image on the
A place where she could and
A where she could wash
And listen to the wind

She dreamt of voices
And torture on the
Patron-saint of
A woman of the

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

I see her in her
High up on a
She must be so
Oh mother, we give
A to our Catherine?

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