Luyện nghe bài hát Sapokanikan

The is Ozymandian
The map of
Is and bevelled
The land and levelled
By some and powerful hand

Which plays the monument
And drums a plastic bag
The
rag

Sang do you me?
Will you
The snow falls me
The renders:
The is in the hand of God

Beneath a of grass, her
the old Dutch master hid
While elsewhere
And the angel
What the scholars was a mother and kid

with other daughters
In dirt in other fields
Above them,
the passing of days
Through parks where colonnades arch in marble and steel

all of the twenty-thousand attending your footfall
And the causes died for are lost in the idling bird calls
And the records they are cryptic at best
in obsolescence
The will not yield, nor x-ray reveal
With any
Where the of the master begins and ends

I fell, I tried to do well but I be
Will you tell the one that I love to remember and me
I and call for the doctor
But the snow me whole with ol' Florry Walker
And the lives only in print

He
"It's alright"
And "It's all now"
And boarded the
His unfastened
The boy was known to unusual daring
And, a "boy"
alderman, confounding Tammany Hall
In whose King Tamanend himself preceeded John's fall

So we all raise a
To which the wise and soul may repair
To a hunter
A hundred from now, may look and despair
And see with
The tributes we have to rust in the parks
Swearing that our hair on end
To see John Purroy Mitchel

For the Western front where work might
O mercy! O God!
Go out, the hunter to decipher the stone
And what lies under the city is

Look and
and despair