Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind

Catherine liked places
High up on the
A place for noises
Noises the whales

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

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

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