Luyện nghe bài hát At The Gates Of Sleep

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

to forget all the heartache and pain
Time to leave behind all the and travail
Here where the water mirrors a sky
Here a place for a child to lie

Under the woeful sky, moss-grown our bed

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

Better to dream, far sweeter to
Than face the cold days, the grim longing
Time to rest a while, close the eyes
Sleep the dawn, till the bleak morning

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

Better it would be to sleep
In silent shades of the
Sweet are the dreams in the groves of
Far away from the earthly

is the sleep under spruce's boughs
Serene are the dreams in the shade
are the cares of the waking world
Forgotten the sorrows of the weary