Luyện nghe bài hát Ozymandias

[Poem by Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)]

I met a traveller from an antique
Who said: Two and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert.
them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of command,
that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these things,
The that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words
"My name is Ozymandias, of kings:
on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing remains.
Round the of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands far away.