Luyện nghe bài hát A Perfect Indian

A Indian is he
Remembering him is sweet
a weeping willow
His face on my
Comes to me in my dreams

And there I saw a baby
A beautiful was she
A face from a
Red cheeks and aching
Her eyes like a Irish sea

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

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

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