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 host
Haggard vizier of the
Seeks the 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 returned Nijinsky Hind.

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

The in feast of sound
lamb on God's ground
Ridden by the of horn
Jigged like a muse on lawn.