Luyện nghe bài hát At The Gates Of Sleep

Listen to the night, to the silence
The wind sings in fir-trees, forests music
Rueful is the tune, the soughing
Soothing is the choir, of the trees

to forget all the heartache and pain
Time to leave all the toil and travail
Here the water mirrors a still sky
Here a fair for a child to lie

Under the woeful sky, our bed tonight

Here we sprawl in darkness
In warm caress of the
Far away from betrayals
Afar from all the Heaven's

Better to dream, far to slumber
Than face the cold days, bear the grim
Time to rest a while, close the drowsy
Sleep the dawn, till the bleak morning

Heed not the or hoots of the owl
Heed not the ghosts that dwell in the soul
Night us solace and serenity deep
Night brings at last sleep

Better it would be to sleep
In silent of the evernight
Sweet are the in the groves of death
Far away from the woes

Sound is the sleep under boughs
Serene are the dreams in the darkling
are the cares of the waking world
Forgotten the of the weary heart