Luyện nghe bài hát A Poem By Yeats

The brawling of a in the eaves,
The brilliant and all the milky sky,
And all famous harmony of leaves,
Had blotted out image and his cry.

A arose that had red mournful lips
And the greatness of the world in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring
And proud as Priam murdered his peers;

Arose, and on the instant eaves,
A moon upon an empty sky,
And all lamentation of the leaves,
Could but man's image and his cry.

[From the poem "The Sorrow of Love" by Butler Yeats]