Luyện nghe bài hát All In The Golden Afternoon

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