Luyện nghe bài hát Thomas The Rhymer

True sat on Huntley Bank
And he a lady gay
A lady that was brisk and
Come riding o'er the ferny

Her skirt was of the green silk
Her mantle of the fine
At every lock of her mane
Hung fifty silver bells and

True Thomas, he off his cap
And bowed him low down to his
All hail, thou mighty Queen of
Your like on I ne'er did see

No, no Thomas, she
That name does not to me
I am the of fair Elf land
And I have to visit thee

You must go with me Thomas, she
True Thomas you go with me
And serve me seven years
Through or woe as chance may be

Hark and carp, come with me
Thomas the
and carp, come along with me
Thomas the

and carp, come along with me
Thomas the
Hark and carp, come with me
Thomas the

She turned about her milk white
And took Thomas up
And aye, whenever her rang
Her steed flew than the wind

For forty days and nights
rode through red blood to the knee
And they saw neither sun nor
But the roaring of the sea

And rode on and further on
Further and than the wind
they came to a desert wide
And living land was behind

Don't you see yon narrow, road
So thick beset with and briar's?
is the road to righteousness
Though after it but few

Don't you see yon broad, broad
That lies the lily leaven?
That is the road to
Though some call it the to heaven

Don't you see yon bonnie, road
That lies the ferny brae?
That is the to fair Elf land
Where you and I this night go

Hark and carp, come along me
the rhymer
Hark and carp, come along me
Thomas the

Hark and carp, come with me
the rhymer
Hark and carp, come along me
Thomas the

Hark and carp, come with me
Thomas the
and carp, come along with me
Thomas the

Hark and carp, come along me
the rhymer
Hark and carp, along with me
Thomas the

and carp, come along with me
Thomas the