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
that bodes and bides, in the west,
a waxwing, who froze
and died my breast!
All the while, rain,
like a in the tide,
and lists, down
on the lawns,
tsk tsk tsk.

I may have changed. hard to gauge.
won't account for how I've aged.
Would I tie your lying tongue,
who says leaving keeps you young.

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

to myself
out, the water,
like a wishbone.
You'd hardly
I was my own daughter;
I ain't given to roam.
I lay low, I return,
and I
a gurney
whose are squeaking,
alone, in my home,
and I laugh,
you speak of my

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

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