Luyện nghe bài hát L Ballade

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

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

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

But castles where she wanders
Are yet into dust
In this house of visions, on top of the
The glass has turned to

So never again will I in her eyes
Nor shall she hear my
But I hope she find a better man
To him and rejoice

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

So seek ye for what you wish
But in troubled heart
And let not mind race ahead of your breast
For the quicker you part

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