Luyện nghe bài hát Grantchester Meadows

Icy of night, be gome.
is not your domain.
In the sky a was heard to cry.
Misty morning whisperings and stirring sounds
Belied a 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 river of green is sliding beneath 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 on the ground,
Basking in the of a by gone afternoon,
sounds 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 kingfisher to the water.
And a river of green is sliding beneath the trees,
as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.
In the lazy meadow
I lay me down.
All me,
Golden covering the ground,
Basking in the of a by gone afternoon,
Bringing sounds of into my city room.
Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox to ground.
See the splashing of the flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen the trees,
Laughing as it through the endless summer making for the sea.