Luyện nghe bài hát Autumn

Driven by her own sword,
died last night, alone.
Even the
up for warmth.
Autumn has to my hometown.

Friendly voices, and gone,
singing, of the country down...
(even the help raise the barn,
here, now, in my hometown)

--when, out of the
bodes and bides, in the cold west,
flew a waxwing, who
and died my breast!
All the while, rain,
like a in the tide,
and lists, down
on the lawns,
tsk tsk tsk.

I may changed. It's hard to gauge.
Time won't for how I've aged.
Would I could tie your tongue,
who says that leaving you young.

I got no control
my heart, over my mind.
Over the hills, the roll.
winter here, wait for a sign

to cast
out, the water,
like a wishbone.
You'd hardly
I was my own mother's
I naturally given to roam.
I lay low, I return,
and I
like a
wheels are squeaking,
alone, in my home,
and I laugh,
when you of my

among the pines,
the lay-lines.
Here, where the keens.
There, the moon leans.
There,
where I know my love lays down,
in a row of silent, days.
Here, in a row of silent, days.

Wherever I go, I am
by of him
I would sun.
I loved all,
one by one.
Cannot ground,
cannot
but time along.
You always stick around.
But, the final count is done,
I be in my hometown.
I be in my hometown.