Luyện nghe bài hát ...a Distance There Is...

Come in out of the rain sayest -
but thou ne'er stept'st
And I am trapp'd - A distance is...
None, me and the bodkin - pitter-patter on the roof;
Behold! - 'tis not the thence me it has to be -
I will not drink thy wine, my dear;
Thou hast that I am of innocence,
Yet thou let'st thy lass into -
Thou me be parched;
My heart is of frailty, my pale is hued damask.
When thou thy hast hidden,
"Come back!" thou - There I soon am to be -
But how am I to run when my bones, my
Thou hast me bereaft - But run thou
I run - And there and I behold
that a time come when I again dead will be.
Thou tell'st me to leave without -
I with my bodkin and my tears in my hands;
Lo! - the shadows, the sky -
So by a dint of smite I gait ere I run and melt together dusk.
In my mind in which is event,
But it seems as if naught is to anyway?!
After all these years thou me down in the emotional depths -
The sombre soaked is hung upon me,
Turning my feelings away from our so ignorant
All the beautiful moments shared, deliberately push'd -
...a distance is...