Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Paths Of Unicorns

A breeze is tearing the leaves of the trees
(That are) falling in the colors of Fall

Again, I can hear strange beat of the Earth
That melancholy neigh and sorth of the

The strokes of sound again over the land
I can see again galloping gracefully
Their blowing white manes, a tender sharp horn on their

Only a virgin could touch their
And feel the touch of their eyelashes in her
Just today, I'm scrolling across the forest
And that ancient touch is warming my

Just today, I'm trying to the traces of UNICORNS
As if traces were still warm
But those paths have overgrown with grass
For a time...