Luyện nghe bài hát L Ballade

In the consecrated
Of a winter day
I left her at the
To go on her way

To o'er meadows green and bare
Or brown as her auburn
all the waters on the face of the earth
To that I really care

And the myriad of myself
In her buttons on her oversize navy
But only reflections and never an
In her unfathomable moat

But some castles she wanders
Are yet crumbling into
In house of visions, on top of the hill
The glass has to rust

So again will I look in her eyes
Nor she hear my voice
But I hope she will a better man
To love him and

And he will the secret key
Nay, I know not up to him
But somehow in his words and
Answer her every

So seek ye lass for what you
But in your heart
And let not your mind race of your breast
For the quicker shall you

And for the click that you speak dear of
And never you run
Light will splinter through open
And you'll straight at a face like the sun