Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Birds

It's the widow now that owns that plow
The mule and the crippled cow
The fallow field that yield no more
As the fox lay sleeping beneath her kitchen

The can't contain such the withering rain
And from the pasture the fence it is leaning
The clouds crack and growl like some great cat on the
Crying out I am, I am and over again

The days grow short as the nights long
The kettle sings its songs
A many petaled kiss I place her brow
Oh my lady, lady I am you now

The birds have gone back again
Here the sprightly chickadee, gone now is the willow
In passing each other as if old, old friends
And to the voiceless trees it is their own they lend

The days grow short as the nights grow
The kettle its tortured songs
A many petaled kiss I place upon her
Oh my lady, I am loving you now

Though all these things will the memories will remain
As green to and gold to brown
The leaves fall to feed the ground
And in their falling no sound
Oh my lady, lady, I am you now

I've gathered all my money, I'm going to
To buy my a long and flowing gown
'Cause come tomorrow we're off to the county fair
I'll find a flower and I will lace it in her hair

The days grow as the nights grow long
The kettle its tortured songs
A many petaled I place upon her brow
Oh my lady, I am loving you now
Oh my lady, I am loving you now