Luyện nghe bài hát Raglan Road

On Raglan on an autumn day
I saw her first and
That her hair would weave a snare
I may one day rue

I saw the danger, yet I
Along the way
And I said, Let grief be a falling
At the of the day

I said, on Street in November
We tripped along the ledge
Of a deep ravine can be seen
The of passions pledged

The 'Queen of still baking tarts
And I, and I, and I, and I not hay
Well, I too much by such and such
Is happiness thrown away,

I gave her the gifts of the
I gave her the secret
That's to all the artists who have
true Gods of sound and time

With word and I never did not stint
I gave her reams of, of poems to say
With her own there and her shiny black hair
the clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street old ghosts meet
I see, I see her now
Away from me, away me so hurriedly
My reason, my reason, my reason, my reason must

For I wooed, not as I should
A creature of clay
When the woos the clay, he'll lose
His at the dawn of the day, alright