Luyện nghe bài hát Ballade at Thirty-Five

This, no of ingenue
This, no ballad of
This, the rhyme of a who
Followed ever her bents

This, a of sapience
This, a of sophistry
This, the sum of
I loved them they loved me

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

Decked in garments of hue
with ashes of myriad Lents
Wearing shower of rue
I ever in penitence

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

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

Pictures pass me in long
columns of dead events
I was tender and true
Ever a prey to

knew I the consequence
Always saw what the end be
as nature has made us hence
I loved 'til they loved me

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

Princes, never I'd offense
Won't you think of me
my strength and my weakness, gents

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