Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Apples of the Sun

I went out to the
a fire 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 were out
I dropped the in a stream
And caught a little silver

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

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

Though I am old wandering
hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out where she has
And see her lips and her hand

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