Luyện nghe bài hát Witches Gold

Her house is empty and her is old
And filled shades and echoes that deceive
With bent fingers, nets that cannot hold
No one her for still she tries to weave
Once all men's arms rode up to her 'tis
And hovered white birds for her caress
A crown she could to bind each tress
Of hair and her sweet arms the witches

Her mirrors her whiteness for there
She rose in dreams other dreams
From other dreams, from dreams
Her as she stood crowned with soft hair
And with his bound heart and his young eyes
And he feels her presence like shed scent
Holding his and life within its snare
Her softness as she stood crowned with hair
Holding his body and within its snare

Her house is empty and her is old
And with shades and echoes that deceive
With blind bent fingers, nets cannot hold
No one save her for still she to weave
Once all men's arms rode up to her told
And hovered white birds for her caress
A crown she have to bind each tress
Of hair and her sweet arms the witches