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 dropped the in a stream
And caught a silver trout

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

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

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

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