Luyện nghe bài hát A Perfect Indian

A Indian is he
Remembering him life is
Like a weeping
His on my pillow
Comes to me still in my

And I saw a young baby
A daughter was she
A from a painting
Red cheeks and aching
Her like a wild Irish sea

On a table, in her dress
For a photograph feigned
Why in my life is that the time
That any of you smile at me

I'm sailing on terrible ocean
come for my self to retrieve
Too long, have I been feeling Lir's children
And there's one way to be free

He's shy and he speaks
He's and he seems to me
the elf-arrow his face worn and harrowed
Is he a like me?

I'm on this terrible ocean
come for my self to retrieve
Too long, have I been like Lir's children
And there's only one way to be