Luyện nghe bài hát A Pitcher Of Summer

One morning, before the began changing
I caught a piece of summer and poured it into a

This I placed in the cellar on a collecting dust .
Autumn, then winter, up from the sea, and my
Garden was a garden filled unbroken snow.

No flower its face to the ice giants' whisper,
No life coloured the of a newborn Spring babe.
My dripping into a pail

And I lifted my piece of
Like a piece of memory or a

Like these, caught on
And carried it to the floes,
The wind drifting stars to madness.

Poured gracefully, this ctheric tincture
Lifts winter's coat-of-arms with aromas and electricity.
Used vigilance, a Pitcher of Summer stirs a memory into swooning,
And bravely, the flowers of the will stretch their limbs into the sky
While falls quietly all around.