Luyện nghe bài hát Well Of Misery

Along crags and cracks I go
Up rib of rock, spine of stone
I dare not slumber where the right whistle
Lest her soul clutch this heart of thistle

Oh the God that abandoned her
Has in abandoned me
And the turf with with my tears
I dug a Well of

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

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

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

And the God that abandoned her
Has in turn me
Deep in the of Despair
I at the Well of Misery