Luyện nghe bài hát L Ballade

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

To pass o'er meadows green and
Or brown as her hair
all the waters on the face of the earth
To find that I care

And the myriad of myself
In her buttons on her oversize navy
But only reflections and an image
In her unfathomable moat

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

So never again will I look in her
Nor shall she hear my
But I hope she find 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 you wish
But in your troubled
And let not your race ahead of your breast
For the quicker shall you

And wait for the click that you dear of
And will you run
Light splinter through open clouds
And you'll look straight at a like the sun