Luyện nghe bài hát Of Acorns That Gather

In graceful of ever, as fountains have towered above me
The days of celebration and of the foul lake
of the knell...
...burn up the sun

And pluck me from my
As passion
As love itself has
And the earth we thrive
Of acorns that gather and cradle to of ears
Even they are to a wintertide...
...judged by days

Through of sunken eyes
As time our summer's on
Nothing but tales...
...and flowers yet to be

Make the glutton with awe
Borrowed like a troubled ocean, thorns
Of earth's
Gathered like fields for a fallow year
Deflower for is a fever...
...and I from time...
...I even pity beauty