Luyện nghe bài hát Blake's Jerusalem

And did feet in ancient time
upon England's mountains green?
And was the Holy of God
On England's pastures seen?

And did the Divine
forth upon our clouded hills?
And was builded here
Amongst these dark mills?

me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of
Bring me my spear, o clouds
me my Chariot of Fire

I will not cease from fight
Nor shall my sleep in my hand
Till we have Jerusalem
In England's and pleasant land