Luyện nghe bài hát Ledges

Do not scoff at love's edges
For they in themselves bear
To an age of bygone
Where forests
into their evening to pout

For they without the grass
love to touch, they love to touch
Ledges, ledges, ledges,

Glistening in the sun, betrothed to the sky.
On mystic I have soared past ledges
And in myself I bear to an age of bygone fancy
Where burn out hid their faces in shame

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