Luyện nghe bài hát Well Of Misery

Along crags and sunless I go
Up rib of rock, down spine of
I dare not where the right winds whistle
Lest her creeping soul clutch this of thistle

Oh the same God abandoned 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 full of
And it swings and achin' like a bell
And it's toll is dead and

Oh down that well lies the long lost
Of my lil' floatin'
That muffles a that you let fall
All down the Well of

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

And the same God abandoned her
Has in turn me
Deep in the Desert of
I at the Well of Misery