Luyện nghe bài hát A Perfect Indian

A Indian is he
him life is sweet
Like a willow
His face on my
Comes to me still in my

And there I saw a baby
A beautiful was she
A from a painting
Red cheeks and teeth
Her like a wild Irish sea

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

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

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

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