Luyện nghe bài hát A Poem By Yeats

The brawling of a in the eaves,
The moon and all the milky sky,
And all famous harmony of leaves,
Had out man's image and his cry.

A girl arose had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the in tears,
Doomed like Odysseus and the ships
And proud as Priam murdered with his

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

[From the poem "The Sorrow of Love" by William Butler