Luyện nghe bài hát Raglan Road

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

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

I said, on Grafton in November
We tripped lightly the ledge
Of a deep ravine can be seen
The worst of pledged

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

I gave her the of the mind
I her the secret sign
That's known to all the artists who
Known true Gods of and time

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

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

For I have wooed, not as I
A made of clay
When the angel woos the clay, lose
His wings at the of the day, alright