Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Song

Awake.
Shake from you hair,
my pretty child, my one.
Choose the day and the of your day,
the divinity,
thing you see.

A vast radiant in a cool jeweled moon,
couples race down by its quiet side,
and we like soft, mad children,
in the wooly cotton brains of infancy.
The music and are all around us.

Choose, crooned, the ancient ones.
The time has again.
Choose now, they croon the moon,
an ancient lake.
Enter the sweet forest,
the hot dream,
come us.
Everything is up, and dances.

Indians scattered on Dawn's bleeding,
ghosts the young child's fragile eggshell mind