Luyện nghe bài hát Cemetry Gates

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

So we go and we gravely read the stones
All those people, all those
are they now?
With loves, and
And just like mine
They were
And they lived
And then they
It so unfair
I to cry

You say : "'Ere thrice the sun salutation to the dawn"
And you claim words as your own
But I've read well, and I've them said
A hundred (maybe less, maybe more)
If you must write
The words you use be your own
Don't 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
When you

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

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

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