Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Paths Of Unicorns

A breeze is down the leaves of the trees
(That are) falling asleep in the of Fall

Again, I can hear that beat of the Earth
That melancholy and sorth of the nostrils

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

Only a could touch their grace
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 find the traces of
As if their traces still warm
But those have been overgrown with grass
For a time...