Luyện nghe bài hát Raglan Road

On road on an autumn day,
I saw him first and
That his dark hair would weave a
That i one day rue.
I saw the and yet i walked
the enchanted way
And i said let be a falling 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 hearts still baking
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 secret
Thats known to all the artists who
Known true of sound and time.
With and tint i did not stint.
I gave him of poems to say
his own dark hair and his own name there
Like the clouds over of may.

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