Luyện nghe bài hát Autumn

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

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

--when, out of the
that bodes and bides, in the west,
flew a waxwing, who
and against my breast!
All the while, rain,
a weed in the tide,
swans and lists,
on the lawns,
tsk tsk tsk.

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

I got no control
over my heart, my mind.
the hills, the rainclouds roll.
I'll winter here, for a sign

to cast
out, the water,
like a wishbone.
You'd hardly
I was my own mother's
I ain't naturally to roam.
I lay low, I return,
and I
like a
whose are squeaking,
alone, in my home,
and I laugh,
you speak of my

among the pines,
the lay-lines.
Here, the loon 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 them all,
one by one.
gain ground,
cannot
but time along.
You can't always around.
But, when the count is done,
I be in my hometown.
I be in my hometown.