Luyện nghe bài hát Gates to the Garden

Past the windows of the angel
Down Athenaeum Lane to the
Through the churchyard I
Sat for a spell and I pondered
My to the gates, my back to the gates
My to the gates of the garden

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

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

Beneath the creeping of the tower
The bell St. Edmunds informs me of the hour
I turn to you waiting 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 to the garden

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

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