Luyện nghe bài hát Raglan Road

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

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

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

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