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

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