Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Paths Of Unicorns

A breeze is tearing down the leaves of the
(That are) falling asleep in the colors of

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

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

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

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