Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Paths Of Unicorns

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

Again, I can hear that strange of the Earth
melancholy neigh and sorth of the nostrils

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

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

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