Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Apples of the Sun

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

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

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

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

Though I am old with
hollow lands and hilly lands
I will find out she has gone
And see her lips and take her

And walk long green dappled grass
And pluck till and times are done
The apples of the moon
The golden of the sun