Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Apples of the Sun

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

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

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

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

I am old with wandering
Through lands and hilly lands
I will find out she has gone
And see her lips and her hand

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