Luyện nghe bài hát All In The Golden Afternoon

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