Luyện nghe bài hát Ancient Mariner

The mariner, he sits, arms folded to his breast
He his gaze around at you and the rest
Then he laughs to himself at our misery and pride
Then scornfully turns away to the he has to hide

He deaf to sight and sound,
Thinks warmly of the past as we bustle
And in his mind the all roar, the wind, its blowing high
Creaking and straining wood of ships bound to die

He sits, no worries him to
Safe beckons him to the births of his mind
And everything's so clear to him, he knows what you know
You ask him wonderingly of a life, he says it's not so

He sits over the of the bay
His eyes speak, you can what they say
Then satisfied you turn to go, thinking you've grown more
You think you got all you cared from him, only then do you

The ancient mariner sits there, folded to his breast
He casts his around at you and the rest
Then he laughs softly to himself, what can he do?
For one day soon, and suddenly, the mariner will be you