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

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

Under the woeful sky, moss-grown our bed

Here we sprawl in darkness
In caress of the night
Far from world's betrayals
from all the Heaven's might

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

Heed not the rustle or of the owl
Heed not the that still dwell in the soul
Night brings us and serenity deep
brings at last neverending sleep

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

Sound is the sleep spruce's boughs
are the dreams in the darkling shade
Gone are the of the waking world
the sorrows of the weary heart