Luyện nghe bài hát The Wind

Catherine liked places
up on the hills
A for making noises
Noises the whales

she built a chapel
With her image on the
A place where she could and
A place she could wash
And listen to the wind

She dreamt of children's
And on the wheel
Patron-saint of
A woman of the

She was a lady
Of and high-born
A of the city
But now she and moans
And listens to the wind

I see her in her
up on a hill
She be so lonely
Oh mother, can't we
A to our Catherine?

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