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 ghosts help 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,
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.
I could tie your lying tongue,
who that leaving keeps you young.

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

to cast
out, the water,
riven a wishbone.
hardly guess
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,
when you of my

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