Luyện nghe bài hát Well Of Misery

Along crags and sunless 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

Oh the same God that her
Has in abandoned me
And softenin' the turf with my tears
I dug a of Misery

And in Well of Misery
Hangs a bucket of sorrow
And it swings and achin' like a bell
And it's is dead and hollow

Oh that well lies the long lost dress
Of my lil' girl
muffles a tear that you let fall
All the Well of Misery

Put shoulder to the handle if you
And that bucket hither
Lord, crank and hoist and hoist and
Till you muscles waste and

And the same God abandoned her
Has in abandoned me
Deep in the of Despair
I wait at the Well of