Luyện nghe bài hát All In The Golden Afternoon

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