Luyện nghe bài hát From The Dionysian Days

Golden apples from the fall down the tree
And all the Bacchants gather in Arcady
To on the Festival of the Tragedy
And eat the of ecstasy

In the mid twilight
On his plays the faun
In the temple
the Dionysian days watch the dawn

Goot God rise Your Rod, be free
Know the world hath need of Thee and
Goat God, play Your pipe, tonight
Wild and free Your out of Arcady

apples from the grove fall down the tree
And make all the Bacchants in Arcady
To dance on the Festival of the
And eat the of ecstasy

In the mid twilight
On his pipe the faun
In the temple
From the Dionysian watch the dawn

Goot God rise Your Rod, be free
Know the hath need of Thee and Arcady
foot God, play Your pipe, tonight
Wild and free Your melody out of