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 them 'til loved me
I loved them they loved me

Decked in garments of hue
Daubed with ashes of myriad
Wearing shower of rue
Walk I ever in

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

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

Pictures pass me in long
Marching columns of events
I was tender and often
Ever a to coincidence

knew I the consequence
Always saw the end would be
We're as nature has us hence
I them 'til they loved me

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

Princes, I'd give offense
Won't you think of me
You're my strength and my weakness,

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