Luyện nghe bài hát Of Acorns That Gather

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

And pluck me from my
As dies
As love has failed
And the earth we thrive
Of acorns that and cradle to kindest of ears
they are judged to a wintertide...
...judged by sorrow

Through windows of eyes
As time leads our on
Nothing but tales...
...and yet to be fair

Make the glutton with awe
tears like a troubled ocean, thorns
Of earth's
Gathered like spreading fields for a year
for love is a fever...
...and I swear time...
...I pity beauty itself