Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Apples of the Sun

I went out to the
Because a fire was in my
Cut and peeled a hazel
And a berry to a thread

And when moths were on the wing
And moth-like stars flickering out
I the berry in a stream
And caught a little trout

When I had laid it on the
And gone to blow the fire
rustled on the floor
And someone me by my name

It had become a girl
With blossom in her hair
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 grass
And pluck till time and times are
The silver apples of the
The apples of the sun