Luyện nghe bài hát Raglan Road

On raglan on an autumn day,
I saw him and knew
That his dark would weave a snare
That i 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 street in november,
We tripped lightly along the
Of a deep ravine where can be
The worst of pledged.
The queen of still baking tarts
And i not hay,
For i too much; by such and such
Is happiness away.

I him the gifts of the mind.
I gave him the sign
Thats known to all the who have
Known true of sound and time.
word and tint i did not stint.
I gave him of poems to say
With his own dark hair and his own name
Like the clouds over of may.

On a street where old ghosts meet,
I see him now away from me,
So hurriedly. my reason allow,
For i wooed, not as i should
A made of clay.
When the angel the clay, he'll lose
His wings at the of the day.