Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Birds

It's the now that owns that angry plow
The mule and the crippled cow
The fallow field that will yield no
As the fox lay sleeping beneath her floor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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