Luyện nghe bài hát Of Acorns That Gather

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

And pluck me my ripeness
As dies
As itself has failed
And unto the we thrive
Of acorns that gather and to kindest of ears
Even are judged to a wintertide...
...judged by days

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

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