Luyện nghe bài hát She Was Born to Be My Unicorn

She was to be my Unicorn
head of ferns
Cat child by the learned.

Darkly ghostish
Haggard of the moats
the sandled shores of Gods
of the moors.

The night-mare's mauve mind
the visions of the blinds
Shoreside stream of
Cooking kings in of scream.

winter head
Cleans his bed
A silken of kind
Was from Nijinsky Hind.

Giant of hill
his boar to gorely kill
The one horned waife
In of puffin-bill.

The beast in feast of
lamb on God's ground
Ridden by the born of
Jigged a muse on life's lawn.