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 on the wing
And moth-like stars were out
I dropped the berry in a
And caught a little trout

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

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

Though I am old with
Through hollow lands and lands
I will out where she has gone
And see her lips and her hand

And walk through long dappled grass
And pluck time and times are done
The silver apples of the
The apples of the sun