Luyện nghe bài hát Our Mother The Mountain

My comes to me with a rose on her bosom
The moon's dancin' purple all her black hair
And a ladies-in-waiting, she stands 'neath my
And the sun will rise soon on the false and the

She me she comes from my mother the mountain
Her skin fits her tightly and her do not lie
She silently slips from her a medallion
Slowly she twirls it in of my eyes

I watch her, I love her, I for to touch her
The she's wearin' is shimmering blue
Outside my window, her ladies are
My dogs have gone hunting, the howling is

So I reach for her and her eyes turns to poison
And her hair to splinters and her flesh turns to brine
She leaps 'cross the room, she in the window
And screams that my first-born surely be blind

She herself out to the black of the nightfall
She's parted her lips but she not a sound
I fly down the and I run to the garden
No of my true love is there to be found

So walk hills lightly and watch who you're lovin'
By the mountain, I swear that it's true
Love not a woman with black as midnight
And her made of satin, all shimmering blue