Luyện nghe bài hát Of Acorns That Gather

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

And pluck me my ripeness
As passion
As love itself has
And unto the we thrive
Of acorns that gather and cradle to kindest of
Even they are to a wintertide...
...judged by sorrow

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

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