Luyện nghe bài hát Rave On, John Donne

Rave on, John Donne, on thy holy fool
through the weeks of ages
In the moss dark dank pools

on down through the industrial revolution
Empiricism, atomic and age
Rave on down time and space down through the corridors
on words on printed page

Rave on, you left us
And well pages torn to fade
Drive on with wild
Up tempo, heels

Rave on, Walt Whitman, down in wet grass
Rave on, fill the
On nature's bright green shady

on Omar Khayyam, rave on Kahlil Gibran
Oh, what sweet wine we
The celebration will be
We will partake the wine and the holy bread

on let a man come out of Ireland
And on, Mr.Yeats
Rave on down through thy holy Cross

Rave on down through theosophy and the golden
Rave on the writing of a vision
on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on

Rave on, John Donne, rave on thy holy
through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dank pools

on, down though the industrial revolution
Empiricism and atomic and age
Rave on, on page