Luyện nghe bài hát Raglan Road

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

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

I him the gifts of the mind.
I him the secret sign
Thats known to all the artists who
Known true of sound and time.
With and tint i did not stint.
I him reams of poems to say
With his own dark hair and his own there
Like the over fields of may.

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