Luyện nghe bài hát Gates to the Garden

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

Fugitive fathers, sickly infants, decent
Runaways and lovers
Assorted boxes of ordinary
Of aborted and sudden shattered hopes
In unlucky rows, in rows
In unlucky rows, up to the gates of the

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

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

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

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