Luyện nghe bài hát Ballade at Thirty-Five

This, no song of
This, no of innocence
This, the rhyme of a who
Followed ever her natural

This, a solo of
This, a of sophistry
This, the sum of
I loved them 'til they me

I loved 'til they loved me
I them 'til they loved me

Decked in garments of hue
Daubed with ashes of myriad
shower bouquets of rue
Walk I in penitence

Oft I roam, as my heart
Through God's of memory
stones in my reverence
I them 'til they loved me

I loved them they loved me
I loved 'til they loved me

Pictures me in long review
Marching of dead events
I was and often true
Ever a prey to

Always I the consequence
Always saw what the end be
We're as has made us hence
I loved them 'til they me

I loved them they loved me
I loved them they loved me

Princes, I'd give offense
you think of me tenderly?
You're my and my weakness, gents

This, no of ingenue
This, no of innocence
This, the rhyme of a who