Luyện nghe bài hát Witches Gold

Her is empty and her heart is old
And with shades and echoes that deceive
With blind bent fingers, that cannot hold
No one save her for she tries to weave
Once all arms rode up to her 'tis told
And like white birds for her caress
A crown she could to bind each tress
Of hair and her arms the witches gold

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

Her house is and her heart is old
And with shades and echoes that deceive
With blind bent fingers, nets that hold
No one save her for still she tries to
all men's arms rode up to her 'tis told
And hovered like birds for her caress
A crown she could have to bind each
Of and her sweet arms the witches gold