Luyện nghe bài hát All In The Golden Afternoon

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