Luyện nghe bài hát Raglan Road

On raglan road on an day,
I saw him first and
his dark hair would weave a snare
That i 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 along the ledge
Of a ravine where can be seen
The of passions pledged.
The of hearts 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 him the secret sign
known to all the artists who have
Known true of sound and time.
word and tint i did not stint.
I him reams of poems to say
With his own dark hair and his own there
Like the clouds fields of may.

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