Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Apples of the Sun

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

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

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

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

I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly
I find out where she has gone
And see her lips and her hand

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