Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind

Catherine liked high
High up on the
A place for making
like the whales

Here she built a
With her on the wall
A place where she could and
A place where she could
And listen to the wind

She of children's voices
And torture on the
of nothing
A woman of the

She once was a
Of pleasure and
A of the city
But now she sits and
And listens to the blow

I see her in her
High up on a
She must be so
Oh mother, we give
A husband to our

A handsome one, a
A rich one for the
Someone to listen