Luyện nghe bài hát Witches Gold

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

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

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