Luyện nghe bài hát Cemetry Gates

A sunny day
So I you at the cemetry gates
Keats and Yeats are on side
A dreaded day
So I meet you at the gates
Keats and Yeats are on your
While is on mine

So we go inside and we gravely read the
All people, all those lives
Where are now?
loves, and hates
And passions just mine
They born
And then they
And then they
It seems so
I to cry

You say : "'Ere thrice the sun salutation to the dawn"
And you these words as your own
But I've well, and I've heard them said
A hundred times (maybe less, more)
If you must write
The words you use be your own
Don't or take "on loan"
'Cause there's someone, somewhere
With a big nose, who
And who trips you up and
When you
Who'll trip you up and
When you

You say : "'Ere long do does did"
Words which could only be own
And produce the text
whence was ripped
(Some whore, 1804)

A dreaded day
So let's go where we're
And I meet you at the cemetry
Oh, and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded day
So go where we're wanted
And I meet you at the cemetry
and Yeats are on your side
But you
'Cause weird lover is on mine

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