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 hooked a to a thread

And when moths were on the wing
And moth-like were flickering out
I dropped the in a stream
And caught a little trout

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

It had become a girl
With apple blossom in her
Who called me by my and ran
And in the brightening air

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

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