Luyện nghe bài hát (Quicksilver daydreams of) Maria

Well, a fades quickly when matched to the face of Maria
All the harps they sound empty when she lifts her to the sky
The brown of her skin makes her hair seem a soft golden
That spills from the mountains to the bottomless depths of her

Well, she stands all around me her hands slowly the sunshine
All the laughter that linger down deep her smilin' is free
Well, it spins and it twirls a hummingbird lost in the morning
Then caresses the south wind and silently to the sea

Ah, the sculptor stricken and the artist he throws away his brushes
When her image comes dancin' the sun she sullen with shame
And the birds they go silent the wind stops his sad mournful
When the trees of the forest start gently to whispering her

So as softly she wanders I'll desperately her footsteps
And I'll chase after shadows that offer a trace of her
Ah, promise eternally that she lies hidden within them
But I find deceived me and sadly I bid them goodbye

So the serpent softly away with his moments of laughter
And the the old washer-woman has finished her cleanin' and
But the bamboo hang in the bondage of quicksilver daydreams
And a lonely longingly looks for a place to belong