Luyện nghe bài hát Autumn

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

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

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

I may have changed. hard to gauge.
Time account for how I've aged.
I could tie your lying tongue,
who says that leaving you young.

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

to myself
out, the water,
like a wishbone.
You'd hardly
I was my own mother's
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, the moon leans.
There,
where I know my violent lays down,
in a row of silent, days.
Here, in a row of silent, days.

I go, I am snowbound
by of him
whom I sun.
I loved all,
one by one.
Cannot ground,
outrun;
but marches along.
You always stick around.
But, the final count is done,
I be in my hometown.
I be in my hometown.