Luyện nghe bài hát Birdsong

I hear the come greet me in my morning,
They sing the songs of love in of ages past,
And all the while a is unfolding,
The Moorhen pipes at me, "don't the day away".
And so with steps I tread
a measured path through and rook,
and many you'd want to take me with you.
And I go to the Landing,
Heron's flows on storm-clothed
As the harbour lights the wanderers home.
I see the sun come me in his dawning,
He holds the seed of life his aged hands.
And, in the sky, a procession streaming,
Royal banners held aloft to mark the time.
And so I in meads below,
the springs and weevil-gall,
in myriad throngs the grass will take me you.
And I climb up to the Throne,
Cragshorn at Umbrian
and the marram-slopes span the sky.
I feel the night bidding me his greeting,
He draws a glowing veil upon a world.
And in the sky the stars roll the heavens,
below, the dove stares wondrously above.
And so to I am come
to forge a passageway through
and all, too soon, you'd come to take me you.
And I north to the veldt-plains,
Ridge melts in snow-gold.
As the
the pinkery moon.
Birdsong, so sweetly, hear calling you
Birdsong, so sweetly, hark they're you.