Luyện nghe bài hát First Song

Then it was dusk in Illinois a boy
After an afternoon of carting dung
On a rail fence, a thing
So weary to

Dark was growing
He to hear the pond frogs all calling on his ear
were calling on his ear
They were calling on his ear with seemed their joy

Soon the sound was for a boy
Listening in the dusk and nightfall of Illinois
And from the two small boys came
Bearing violins

So they the cornstalk bows with resins
And the three just sat scraping of the joy
Of their joy, scraping of the joy

It was now fine music, the and the boys did
In the Illinois twilight
and into dark in spite a shoulders ache

A boys hunched body loved out of a
The first song of his happiness and the woke his heart
the darkness and sadness of joy

Dark was growing
He to hear the pond frogs all calling on his ear
were calling on his ear
They were calling on his ear with what seemed joy