Luyện nghe bài hát Like a White Star, Tangled and Far, Tulip That's What you Are

At the of the day
As a babe of the
a white star, tangled and far,
Tulip what you are.

Warm and as a mute
In the thunderbolt
and torn, grasping the horn
Of the of May.

Sleepy of dark
Silver in parks
that say, worship the day
For only you are.

Channels churning the
Inky of our time
the Sun, where the white one
Poems into a rhyme.

On a the clear shrill
Made the most ill
abound, and
I'm the ground
to be around

Vineyards spangled with
For the white above
and lean from the waste
Of the of chaste
he is whole.

Twinkled eyes a king
Charted seas on skin
a White Star, tangled and far,
Tulip that's you are.