Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Song

Awake.
Shake dreams you hair,
my child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and the of your day,
the divinity,
first you see.

A vast beach in a cool jeweled moon,
couples naked race by its quiet side,
and we laugh soft, mad children,
smug in the wooly brains of infancy.
The music and voices are all us.

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

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