Luyện nghe bài hát Gates to the Garden

Past the ivy-covered of the angel
Down Athenaeum to the cathedral
Through the I wandered
Sat for a spell and I pondered
My back to the gates, my to the gates
My back to the of the garden

Fugitive fathers, sickly infants, mothers
Runaways and suicidal
Assorted boxes of ordinary
Of aborted plans and sudden hopes
In rows, in unhappy rows
In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the

you meet me at the gates?
Won't you me at the gates?
Won't you me at the gates to the garden?

the creeping shadow of the tower
The from St. Edmunds informs me of the hour
I turn to you waiting there for me
In sunlight and I see the way that you
All alive and the leaning, alive and the
All alive and the leaning, leaning on the gates to the

these ancient places to the angels
Let the saints to the keeping of their cathedral
And leave the dead the ground so cold
For God is in this that I hold
As we up the gates, as we open up the gates
We open up the to the garden

Won't you meet me at the
Won't you meet me at the
you meet me at the gates to the garden?