Luyện nghe bài hát From The Dionysian Days

Golden apples from the grove fall the tree
And make all the Bacchants gather in
To on the Festival of the Tragedy
And eat the fruits of

In the mid wood
On his pipe plays the
In the temple
From the Dionysian days the dawn

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

Golden apples from the grove down the tree
And make all the gather in Arcady
To dance on the of the Tragedy
And eat the of ecstasy

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

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