Luyện nghe bài hát Cemetry Gates

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

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

You say : "'Ere thrice the sun done to the dawn"
And you claim these as your own
But I've read well, and I've heard said
A hundred times (maybe less, more)
If you must prose/poems
The words you use should be own
plagiarise or take "on loan"
'Cause there's always someone,
With a big nose, who
And who trips you up and
you fall
Who'll you up and laugh
you fall

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

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

Sure!