Luyện nghe bài hát Ozymandias

[Poem by Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)]

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