Luyện nghe bài hát Wandering Aengus

Walking in my mourning in the
Let me tell you of the of the great
Sun is risen for dawning, let the in
Let me lift my and free my song from pain

To the song, to the song of Aengus

People of rain, now for the pain
Now in the of all the people at the gate
of many folks now in the woods, bow down to Cyprus
Through the wood and [?]
For the song, for the of Wandering Aengus

To step amidst the ferns who gently
To whisper solitude to sunlight through the
I have seen name writ through the clothes
Knit [?] swelling in the fire I made last

the song, with the song of Wandering Aengus
With the song, with the song of Wandering

Walking in my mourning in the
Let me you of the ashes of the great
Sun is risen for dawning, let the in
Let me lift my and free myself from hate

To the song, to the song of Aengus
To the song, to the song of Wandering