Luyện nghe bài hát Autumn

Driven by her own sword,
summer died night, alone.
the ghosts
up for warmth.
Autumn has to my hometown.

Friendly voices, and gone,
singing, Star of the down...
(even the ghosts raise the barn,
here, now, in my hometown)

--when, out of the
that and bides, in the cold west,
a waxwing, who froze
and died my breast!
All the while, rain,
a weed in the tide,
swans and lists,
on the lawns,
tsk tsk tsk.

I may have changed. It's to gauge.
Time won't for how I've aged.
Would I tie your lying tongue,
who that leaving keeps you young.

I have got no
over my heart, my mind.
Over the hills, the roll.
I'll winter here, for a sign

to myself
out, the water,
riven a wishbone.
You'd hardly
I was my own mother's
I ain't given to roam.
I lay low, I return,
and I
a gurney
whose are squeaking,
alone, in my home,
and I laugh,
you speak of my

among the pines,
the lay-lines.
Here, the loon keens.
There, the moon leans.
There,
where I know my violent lays down,
in a row of silent, days.
Here, in a row of silent, days.

Wherever I go, I am
by of him
whom I sun.
I them all,
one by one.
gain ground,
cannot
but time along.
You always stick around.
But, the final count is done,
I be in my hometown.
I be in my hometown.