🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: The Lady Of The Wood - Carved In Stone

 There was a maiden, young and 
 Whose  left her all alone;
 being one year  she was laid
 down on a bed of cold,  stone.
 How  survived nobody knew
 for the wood  so dark and cold,
 but growing up she learned the 
 and got a  as pure as gold.
 
 And every time she ran  the meadows
 and  she sang a song,
  was this silvery light all around her
 everywhere she came 
 
  did not fear the howling wolves,
 she  not fear the blackest night,
 they were the  she´d lost
 so she grew up  nature´s might.
 The  thing that frightened her
 was when she heard  hunter´s shot,
 and every  this cruel man came
 there was a rain  tears and blood.
 
 And every time she cried for the 
  everytime he killed a deer,
 oh, how she cried her  bitter tears,
 everytime  man was near.
 
 So  did love and she did hate
 and grew a  wise and old;
 she lived  in a wonderland
 with so  magic to behold.
 She knew the wood, she knew the 
 she  the deers, they all were one,
 they played with owls  unicorns,
 but then one day the girl  gone.
 
 And then it rained as if heaven was 
 for the wood´s lady  was dead;
  the beasts carried her to her meadows
 and in full bloom was  last bed.