Luyện nghe bài hát Cypress Tree

Long I've roamed lands which are not
Admired Cappadocia, enjoyed Greek
Tea at the Bosporus, travelled the river
the Lorelei sing, a song divine

My is easily found
And there I gladly be
in the shadow
Beneath my cypress

My spirit travelled The
The North Sea me humbleness
My mind got drunk by the beauty of
In Bretagne and a Celtic dance

My grave is easily
And I shall gladly be
Buried in the
Beneath my cypress

No trace of Helen at the remains of
But her glorious beauty shining
On a gracious peasant girl
In picturesque far below

Winds of Galicia, of Spain
Portuguese valleys, English
Skandinavia,
for wandering, impossible to restrain

My grave is easily
And I shall gladly be
Buried in the
Beneath my tree

When my on earth is over
And my has come to an end
Remembering the cliffs of Dover
Or the breeze of our

Of our