Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Apples of the Sun

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

And white moths were on the wing
And moth-like stars flickering out
I dropped the berry in a
And caught a little silver

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

It had become a glimmering
apple blossom in her hair
Who me by my name and ran
And vanished in the air

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

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