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,
first you see.

A vast radiant beach in a cool moon,
couples naked race by its quiet side,
and we like soft, mad children,
smug in the wooly cotton of infancy.
The and voices are all around us.

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

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