Luyện nghe bài hát All In The Golden Afternoon

All in the golden afternoon full we glide
For both our oars, little skill, by little arms are plied
While little hands make 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 voice avail, against three tongues
Against three together
Anon, to sudden silence won, in fancy they
The dream child moving through a land of wonders and new
In friendly chat bird or beast--and half believe it true
And half it true
And ever, as the story drained the of fancy dry
And faintly strove that weary one to put the by
The time--"It is next time" the happy voices cry!
The voices cry!
Thus grew the tale of wonderland, slowly one by one
Its quaint were hammered out--and now the tale is done
And we steer
A merry
Beneath the sun