Luyện nghe bài hát Dream

Washed into a gloom
about the
Battle Byzantium commands
And dark cards look nothing like my hand

strikes a second time
Songbird knows just to die
cries immortal from the grime
Sun is in the in the sky

builds up with perfumed pride
There's an enemy cruising on the plain
Years it's lost and then
Don't know how I'm so far off my bed

Memories of serpents in the
Melting like ice in the
As my self grows to the grave