Luyện nghe bài hát Five Lines

Five
lines
With which he time
Five lines flared the ovens
He the ribbons from their hair
With beaten from the sheets of his mother
for the end of time

Five
Return the birds to singing
The sun fell, should we leave it to the
The sun from the sky
Leave it to its and its devices
The sun from the sky in the form of a stag
deep in the forest

And where he felled it
A to the head
That left it
Nothing further was

Well set a for him
Well set a place

For he had
Blood, bone, to the sky
Even in
Nothing have spared him
lines
Five lines from the oven
Five lines which he marked out time

him for the foxes
Leave him for the