Luyện nghe bài hát All In The Golden Afternoon

All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we
For our oars, with little skill, by little arms 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 tale of breath too weak to stir the tiniest
Yet what can one poor voice avail, against tongues together
Against three together
Anon, to sudden silence won, in fancy pursue
The dream child through a land of wonders wild and new
In friendly chat with bird or beast--and believe it true
And half believe it
And ever, as the story drained the of fancy dry
And faintly strove that one to put the subject by
The time--"It is next time" the happy voices cry!
The voices cry!
Thus grew the tale of wonderland, thus one by one
Its quaint events were hammered out--and now the is done
And home we
A crew
the setting sun