Luyện nghe bài hát Grantchester Meadows

Icy of night, be gome.
This is not domain.
In the sky a bird was to cry.
Misty whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
a deathly silence that lay all around.
Hear the lark and to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes the endless summer making for the sea.
In the lazy water
I lay me down.
All me,
Golden sunflakes on the ground,
Basking in the of a by gone afternoon,
Bringing of yesterday into this city room.
Hear the and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen the trees,
as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.
In the lazy water
I lay me down.
All me,
Golden sunflakes the ground,
Basking in the sunshine of a by afternoon,
Bringing sounds of into my city room.
Hear the lark and harken to the of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless making for the sea.