Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Apples of the Sun

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

And when white moths were on the
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
Something on the floor
And called me by my name

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

I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and lands
I will find out where she has
And see her and take her hand

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