Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Apples of the Sun

I out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my
Cut and peeled a wand
And hooked a to a thread

And white moths were on the wing
And moth-like were flickering out
I dropped the in a stream
And caught a silver trout

I had laid it on the ground
And gone to blow the fire
Something rustled on the
And called me by my name

It had become a girl
With apple blossom in her
Who me by my name and ran
And in the brightening air

Though I am old with
Through lands and hilly lands
I will find out she has gone
And see her lips and her hand

And walk through long green dappled
And pluck time and times are done
The apples of the moon
The golden of the sun