Luyện nghe bài hát Youth

All calculations set to one
The inevitable from Heaven,
A visitation of memories and a of rhythms
my house, my head,
And the to mind.
A horse leaps forward on turf,
Past planted fields and streches of
Misty carbonic plague.
A wretched woman, somewhere in the world,
Sighs after an indulgence.
Desperadoes lie of storm, and of wounds and debauch.
small streams the little children sit,
Stifling curses.
Let us turn more to our studies,
To the noise of movement
That and ferments in the masses.