Luyện nghe bài hát Rave On, John Donne

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

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

on, you left us infinity
And well pressed pages to fade
on with wild abandon
Up tempo, heels

on, Walt Whitman, nose down in wet grass
Rave on, the senses
On nature's bright shady path

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

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

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

Rave on, John Donne, rave on thy fool
Down the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark pools

Rave on, though the industrial revolution
and atomic and nuclear age
Rave on, on page