Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Apples of the Sun

I out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my
Cut and a hazel wand
And hooked a to a thread

And when white moths on the wing
And stars were flickering 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 glimmering
With apple blossom in her
Who called me by my and ran
And in the brightening air

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

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