Luyện nghe bài hát Golden Apples of the Sun

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

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

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

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

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

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