Luyện nghe bài hát Raglan Road

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

On street in november,
We tripped lightly along the
Of a ravine where can be seen
The of passions pledged.
The queen of hearts still tarts
And i not hay,
For i too much; by such and such
Is thrown away.

I him the gifts of the mind.
I gave him the secret
Thats to all the artists who have
true gods of sound and time.
With word and i did not stint.
I him reams of poems to say
With his own dark and his own name there
Like the clouds fields of may.

On a quiet street where old meet,
I see him walking now away me,
So hurriedly. my must allow,
For i have wooed, not as i
A creature of clay.
When the angel woos the clay, lose
His wings at the of the day.