Luyện nghe bài hát Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Words: dylan

Do not go gentle into good night,
Old age should and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage the dying of the light.

Though men at their end know dark is right,
their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay rage, rage the dying of the light.
men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on way,
Do not go gentle into good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding
Blind eyes could like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage the dying of the light.

And you, my father, on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your tears, I pray.
Do not go into that good night.
Rage, against the dying of the light.