Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Apples of the Sun

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

And when white were on the wing
And moth-like were flickering out
I the berry in a stream
And a little silver trout

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

It had become a glimmering
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 hilly
I will find out where she has
And see her and take her hand

And through long green dappled grass
And till time and times are done
The apples of the moon
The apples of the sun