Luyện nghe bài hát Elegy

He is on a hill
A vapid night is crawling through the
The are fangs of transiency
The forge hammers and nails

He travel all the ways
That lead to the unknown
Time has distorted his
An in his due

He is at the skies
Without yearning in his
And he will follow the invisible
the sirens sing again...

The spring is in the air, the in the skies
The is in his hair, the moon is in his eyes
The bats play on but he'll be
Before the has left the night