Luyện nghe bài hát Our Mother The Mountain

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

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

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

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

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

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