Luyện nghe bài hát Raglan Road

On road on an autumn day,
I saw him first and
That his dark hair would a snare
i might one day rue.
I saw the danger and yet i
the enchanted way
And i let grief be a falling leaf
At the of the day.

On grafton in november,
We lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine can be seen
The worst of pledged.
The queen of hearts still baking
And i not hay,
For i loved too by such and such
Is thrown away.

I him the gifts of the mind.
I gave him the sign
known to all the artists who have
Known true gods of and time.
With and tint i did not stint.
I gave him of poems to say
With his own dark and his own name there
Like the over fields of may.

On a quiet street old ghosts meet,
I see him walking now from me,
So hurriedly. my must allow,
For i wooed, not as i should
A creature of clay.
When the woos the clay, he'll lose
His wings at the of the day.