Luyện nghe bài hát At The Gates Of Sleep

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

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

Under the woeful sky, moss-grown our bed

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

to dream, far sweeter to slumber
Than the cold days, bear the grim longing
to rest a while, close the drowsy eyes
Sleep till the dawn, till the bleak

not the rustle or hoots of the owl
Heed not the ghosts that dwell in the soul
Night us solace 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 of death
Far away the earthly woes

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