Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Birds

It's the widow now that that angry plow
The spartan mule and the cow
The fallow that will yield no more
As the fox lay sleeping her kitchen floor

The stream contain such the withering rain
And from the the fence it is leaning away
The clouds crack and growl like some cat on the prowl
Crying out I am, I am over and over

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

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

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

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

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

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