Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Apples of the Sun

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

And when white were on the wing
And moth-like stars were out
I the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver

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

It had a glimmering girl
apple blossom in her hair
Who me by my name and ran
And vanished in the air

Though I am old wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly
I will out where she has gone
And see her and take her hand

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