Luyện nghe bài hát Winter Birds

It's the widow now that that angry plow
The mule and the crippled cow
The fallow field that will no more
As the fox lay beneath her kitchen floor

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

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

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

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

Though all these things will change the memories will
As green to gold and to brown
The leaves will fall to the ground
And in their falling 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 flowing
'Cause come tomorrow morning we're off to the county
I'll find a yellow flower and I lace it in her hair

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