Luyện nghe bài hát All In The Golden Afternoon

All in the afternoon full leisurely we glide
For both our oars, with little skill, by little are plied
While little hands make pretence our wanderings to guide
Our to guide
Ah, cruel three! In an hour, beneath such dreamy weather
To beg a of breath too weak to stir the tiniest feather
Yet what can one poor voice avail, against tongues together
three tongues together
Anon, to silence won, in fancy they pursue
The dream child moving a land of wonders wild and new
In friendly chat with bird or half believe it true
And half it true
And ever, as the story drained the wells of dry
And faintly strove weary one to put the subject by
The next time--"It is next time" the voices cry!
The happy cry!
Thus grew the tale of wonderland, thus one by one
Its quaint events were hammered now the tale is done
And we steer
A crew
the setting sun