Luyện nghe bài hát Gates to the Garden

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

Fugitive fathers, infants, decent mothers
Runaways and suicidal
Assorted of ordinary bones
Of aborted plans and sudden shattered
In rows, in unhappy rows
In unlucky rows, up to the of the garden

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

Beneath the creeping of the tower
The bell from St. Edmunds me of the hour
I turn to find you there for me
In and I see the way that you breathe
All and the leaning, alive and the leaning
All alive and the leaning, leaning on the gates to the

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

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