Luyện nghe bài hát Well Of Misery

Along crags and cracks I go
Up rib of rock, spine of stone
I dare not where the right winds whistle
her creeping-soul clutch this heart of thistle
O the God that abandon'd her
Has in turn me
And the turf with with my tears
I dug a of Misery
And, in Well of Misery
a bucket fulla Sorrow
Which swings slow an' achin' a bell
Its toll is dead and
Down that well the long-lost dress
of my lil girl
That a tear that you let fall
All down that of Misery
Put ya shoulder to the handle, if ya
and hoist bucket, hither

Till ya waste'n'wither
O the same God abandon'd her
Has in abandon'd me
Deep in the Desert of
I wait at the of Misery