Luyện nghe bài hát At The Gates Of Sleep

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

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

the woeful sky, moss-grown our bed tonight

Here we in mellow darkness
In warm caress of the
Far away from world's
from all the Heaven's might

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

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

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

Sound is the sleep under spruce's
are the dreams in the darkling shade
Gone are the cares of the world
Forgotten the sorrows of the weary