Luyện nghe bài hát Ballade At Thirty Five

This, no of ingnue,
This, no of innocence;
This, the of a lady who
Followed ever the bents.
This, a of sapience,
This, a of sophistry,
This, the sum of experiments, --
I loved them they loved me.

in garments of sable hue,
Daubed ashes of myriad Lents,
shower bouquets of rue,
Walk I in penitence.
Oft I roam, as my repents,
God's acre of memory,
stones, in my reverence,
"I them until they loved me."

Pictures me in long review,--
columns of dead events.
I was tender, and, often,
Ever a to coincidence.
knew I the consequence;
Always saw the end would be.
as Nature has made us -- hence
I loved them until they me.

Princes, never I'd offense,
you think of me tenderly?
Here's my and my weakness, gents -
I loved them until they me.