Luyện nghe bài hát Wind

Catherine liked places
up on the hills
A for making noises
Noises the whales

she built a chapel
With her image on the
A where she could rest and
A place where she could
And listen to the blow

She dreamt of voices
And torture on the
Patron-saint of
A woman of the

She once was a
Of and high-born
A lady of the
But now she and moans
And listens to the blow

I see her in her
High up on a
She be so lonely
Oh mother, can't we
A husband to our

A handsome one, a
A rich one for the
Someone to with