Luyện nghe bài hát Ledges

Do not scoff at love's bitter
For they in themselves witness
To an age of fancy
Where forests
Rushed into their evening to

For were without the grass
They love to touch, love to touch
Ledges, ledges, ledges,

Glistening in the sun, rainbow to the sky.
On mystic wings I have soared past
And in myself I bear witness to an age of fancy
Where burn out stars hid faces in shame

And planets turned backs and were unholy
And without reason and
Ledges, ledges, ledges,